AI characters do nothing but spew meaningless platitudes and generic advice dressed up as a personality. That’s like considering the horoscope section on a random website to be your sister.

I think that’s a reference to the Unabomber.

This lines up with what I’ve been shouting into the void whenever I read a news article. “Where are the fucking adults?!”

My wife and I point it out like a drinking game when they show random close-ups of the brand badge on ovens. It’s kind of like they’re cutting to the oven for a reaction shot. They do it at least once a segment on every competition show I’ve watched.

Alphabet, Meta and X need to be wiped from the planet before they take us all with them. Too bad there’s no money in saving the species…

Looks like you lost your spoon…

People don’t text me enough Nazi bullshit for this to make sense in 2025.

Oh, you know Kristi?! It’s a small world, friend.

I can’t wait for someone to mention her name and I can dimlight 'em like, ‘that famous dog murderer? She’s in politics now?’

Check out my new death metal band Unalived by Seggs. It’s the only way we can post on Insta…

Two days into Amazon’s Earth talks:

Pour Some Urine on Me, my Leper Friend.

Dad?

“I see the problem, your AP is in the Faraday Chasity Cage. Closing ticket.”

But can I whip it into a cum meringue?

“I’m in love with the loaf of you.”

This damned planned obsolescence! They just don’t make kids like they used to.

I just love a multilingual portmanteau!

I always thought telepresence sounded like a school of magic.

Punchline in Brazil!!