Where’s the glass hammer?

Didn’t she post something the other week about only having a few days left to live after being in a car crash?

Poor girl. Life has not been kind.

Go to a mortuary. Don’t have to wait for them to be grown.

Poor creatures. That’s Norway to go.

People often forget about them.

That photo is a French pinch of garlic.

Can I have his Easter eggs then?

Does it have cheese on it?

Well obviously the internet is kept in a box, and it’s wireless. The elders of the internet let me borrow it occasionally.

normal person’s server.

I’m pretty sure I speak for the majority of normal people, but we don’t have servers.

Always, because I’m not a lazy git or self-centered arsehole.

You’d expect better from a cyber dude. The fediverse chick could manage it.

Looks like a Royal Air Force after hours pilots party.

Presumably for the people who still like to rent the Crocodile Dundee films.

Given how obsolete videos are, I’d imagine all of the stores have gone too.

We had blockbuster in the UK, and we had boomboxes. No one I knew took them outdoors though.

Just the 1. I’ve never listened to a boombox outdoors.

I bet it’s smaller when it arrives.

I couldn’t be bothered to read the article, so I got ChatGPT to summarise it. Apparently there’s nothing to worry about.

It really is a metaphor for the current state of America.

Old fashioned, unreliable, can’t get off the ground…