Assuming there are people that give enough of a shit to have a funeral for me is too high praised.

Pineapple flavored

“Yeah, thanks for rubbing it in Doc…”

Sad… real sad.

Alexa, play Mambo no. 5

“Bro just one more post processing technology, trust me, just one more and all the clarity issues are going to be fixed, just one more. One more and that’s it, it’s going to look native, just one more. Just let me do one more, please.”

Great, now I can play those blury, washed out, Vaseline smeared UE5 games at 40 FPS on high end hardware with a bit sharper upscaling artifacts. And only have to pay what, $700 more compared to a non GSync monitor?

Nvidia can go and eat sand.

Is that a JoJo reference?

If you say “No I don’t want that.”, legally speaking, Death can’t get you anymore.

From my experience, if the guy you’ve known since High-school, who you’ve been the best man at his wedding - if that guy first ghosts you when you wanna hang out and then proceeds to say “Next weekend, I’m gonna make time, just for you.” and then you text him up on Thursday to ask if he’s still up to hang on the weekend, and he says “Woops, sorry something else came up.” 4 WEEKENDS IN A ROW, then maybe, just maybe, you’ve reached a point where you lived yourselves apart.

Seriously, I know I’m not the most important thing in anyone’s life, but I didn’t want to find out first hand how unimportant I truly am. Ignorance is bliss.

PS: If that first sentence were any longer, it would reach the moon.

I always keep thinking: “A phone works both ways.”
If I’m not reaching out, then what stops them from doing so? Oh, right…

“Jessie, we got to cook meth.”