Call Dr. Kevorkian and ask.
Call Dr. Kevorkian and ask.
Yeah, it’s kinda nuts what we dealt with and/or loved.
My most awkward was a bro named Bronson. He made a joke anti-cuban song. He passed way too early. The Cuban bro that spawned the song was the person who told me about 9/11. “We’re under attack”
Fuck it all.
In my mid IRC days I met Suzeran. She was fantastic. Ostensibly a man, but he identified as a young woman. Others in our group were furries or (why the fuck is furry a real word) whatever for the time. Dunno, but our old internet culture was about people, not politics.
I did my best, but we were poor.
I think it’ll be skewed based on reasons people are here.
Old fucker. Your lot taught me an absurd amount of shit on IRC.
I’m 41.
Almost all of you hate me. I’m like second or third against the wall.
Uh, what about tcp/ip over pigeon?
Which creation account, though? The bible has two that are mutually exclusive.
I mean, it’s a rip off of Doom.
Blue collar fucking aircraft worker and I get it.
I don’t wish death on anyone.
Do we need a “don’t parse xml with LLM” copypasta?
Ah. Gotcha. Thanks. I did hit that button but it seemed fucky to generate it again.
Bro, how do I archive all of them?
It’s less than ten percent of federal prisons. Police unions (including correctional officers) have a greater impact.
It’s all you can do sometimes. When the darkness sets in for me I can’t recognize the light. I’m starting to break out of it somewhat, but there’s a lot of self hate still etched in. It does kind of improve once you’re on the other side.
Fuck that. You wanna go nuts on steroids then shoot up meth and cocaine before a race, go ahead. We’ll put defibrillators every 10m around the track. Catch that dragon, sports person.