I go to Vegas for the chess.

I know its pronounced Pizzaballa, but in my head it’s Pizza (techno air horns) BAWWWWWLAH!

Spin up a VM with windows 95 and try again.

Only the toughest MS13 accountants get Windings.

ChatGPT, write a position paper on self signed certificates.

(Lights up a blunt) You need to chill out man.

I was thinking more of a concept that you would love to see, like personally I’d love to see Crusader Kings combined with Total War drop in battles.

I wonder if there could be a solution where there’s an insert with built in pipe cleaner thingies for the dishwasher, and when you load them up and turn the dishwasher on, it goes WOOSH WOOSH and then it’s clean.

I only use my programming for good. For instance Bat_Count.exe lets the user enter a number and then the Count from sesame street will count to this number and say “Ah ah ah!” at the end.

Username: admin

Password: admin

I just wish my carrier would block all unknown callers to my phone instead of just silencing them.

The Schwerer Bohrpanzer II, built on the King Tiger chassis was not effective during WW2, for it was a smol lad. It later got a sweet gig at NASA and didn’t even need to pass a drug test.

Don’t ruin a whole batch of cocks by overheating!

(Sad trombone sound)

This is what we in the industry refer to as a “big oof.”

This sounds like a gag from the Roadrunner cartoon.

“Look it might be a waste of a lock, but I don’t want some vampire kid killing me. Don’t let your last words be, ‘I should have listened to Jeeeeeeff!’”

Crazy ex vibes from that browser.

“In my professional opinion, this network is haunted.”
…haunted?
(Points to various certifications) “HAUNTED.”

The longer I’m in IT, the more I realize that the adeptus mechanicus might be on to something with beseeching the machine spirit.

Let me tell you something. I once had a chance to buy one of those giant ass snickers bars. It was designed by engineers to be eaten as a group activity, but I had a theory I could just eat it, and screw everyone else. I was young at the time, but sometimes youth makes “good” choices that turn out horrible. I didn’t buy that giant bar. I regret it. I regret that I’ll never be able to chonk out. Chonk out like a mad man. No. Now you can’t even buy them any more. What was once a dream, is now ash. What is left to do now? Eat a salad!? WHY DID I MISS MY OPPORTUNITY OH LORD!!!