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Hey bro on a scale of nothingburger to everythingbagel how would you rate our gay sex last night
I just watched a video about students getting their papers falsely flagged for using AI, even when they didn’t, and the advice was things like, “Leave in incorrect grammar,” “If you’re quoting something, don’t copy and paste it, type it out manually because it leaves a metadata trail that you used the copy/paste function and that's a flag,” “Write in the cloud so there’s a version history,” and the one that really got me, “if you find you write in a manner that can sounds too robotic or professional and it gets flagged, go to the writing center so a writing tutor can help you sound more humanly flawed,” and like what the actual fuck.
Like I get that is practical advice, but people should not have to fucking do that. They should not have to train themselves around not sounding like AI, when AI only sounds like that BECAUSE it was trained on them.
I spent so much of my life learning how to write, I shouldn't have to unlearn that because some computer algorithm learned from me.
this is both the most joe hills question and the most joe hills answer imaginable, feat. deeply confused jimmy and ren,
Ren: You ready?
Joe: I can't wait, Ren.
Ren: From Chloe, "please rank ranking systems in order of how difficult it is to rank things using them."
Joe: Ok, well, I mean, you can use number of protons and build a periodic table of elements, that's pretty straightforward, 'cause you just count the positive things. But then, I mean, you can use alphabetical ranking, and then, you know, go A through Z. Uh, Dewey Decimal system, great way to rank things: you put weird stories about bigfoot towards the beginning and then other stuff towards the end, who cares about that. I mean, there's three. Keep moving.
Ren: Good.
Jimmy: Lot of big words there.
False: That was so many [unsure what she says here]
Ren: I have no idea what you just said, but that was...that was perfect.
I love the concept of sutures. Like there was a time in history where someone looked at a wound that could not close on its own, that nature itself had deemed to be lethal, and just went "well how about I just sew it close fuck you."
If nature didn't want us flipping it off, it shouldn't have given us fingers.
Worm Man’s Ass
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i really think we the U.S. public need to be SUPER FUCKING LOUD about how admirable we think this kind of thing is.
Anytime military members speak up about not liking their orders to be deployed against the american public, or especially REFUSING such orders, the nation needs to hear a great outcry of public support for that act
crotch is literally the most comfortable place to lay your hands. especially with thighs pressing on them. but im scared people will think im a pervert of sex
today at the grocery store a man asked if I knew where the broccoli was and I said damn no I haven't seen it, and he said I need broccoli I can't find the broccoli, and I said I don't know where it is either but I'll keep my eye out, and then we both went our separate ways. when I passed him again I asked if he found the broccoli and he said no!! I still can't find the broccoli!! and I said oh no. maybe there isn't any. maybe they're all out. and we commiserated. but then later as I was walking around in circles like a dazed housefly looking for hot sauce I saw a secret additional vegetable bay behind the magazines and there was the broccoli!! but by then I couldn't see the man any more. he must have left, imagining there to be no broccoli. perhaps because I suggested they were all out. I reflected upon my part in the tragedy. I should have told him not to give up, to keep looking, to search every corner and perhaps he would find his prize behind the magazines. but it was too late. my defeatism had instilled the certainty of failure in him, even though I was just as ignorant of the truth as he. and I did not buy the broccoli because I don't like it very much.
met a woman today whose original real actual given-at-birth first name is "Vendetta." ma'am are you aware you are a videogame protagonist and/or a character in a skullduggery pleasant novel. real quick sorry to bother you miss but who exactly were your parents expecting you to avenge in their name
the worst part is I can't dare ask her that last question because then she might say something like "You don't remember, do you?" and pull out a katana and obviously I'm not stupid enough to take that risk
Thank you @posttexasstressdisorder for the complete picture
Puppies of a certain age are amazing because they're just so soft. Like why are you so squishy bouncy soft warm silky mushy ow fuck you have teeth
things chronically outside people say:
“wait! gotta put on my sunscreen” [you’re about to walk to 7/11]
“tick season, tuck your pants”
“you know, tick season just keeps getting longer and longer with climate change”
“why didn’t you have your knife with you?”
[knocks their shoes on the sidewalk and fifty pounds of dirt clods fall off]
[going into the rain without an umbrella] “I mean, you’re gonna get wet eventually, right?”
“I hear the rockhounding in this part of the county is INSANE”
“it rained last night, and you know what that means: MUSHROOMS”
mutuals I would dangle over a tank full of sharks
mutuals I would tie to a railroad track
mutuals I would strap to a rocket
mutuals I would fasten to a table and ever so slowly inch a laser closer and closer to
mutuals I would glue to a log in a sawmill
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