I am the master of the C.U.C.K. Remember this fucking face. Whenever you see C.U.C.K., you’ll see this fucking face. I make that shit work. It does whatever the fuck I tell it to. No one rules the C.U.C.K. like me. Not this little fuck, none of you little fucks out there. I AM THE C.U.C.K. COMMANDER! Remember that, commander of all C.U.C.K.s! When it comes down to business, this is what I do. I pinch it like this. OOH you little fuck. Then I rub my nose with it.

In a perverse way, I kind of want them to win. I want the organisers to be forced to say the white part loud.

I have a new-found respect for Mr Lucas

LEAVE IT THE FUCK ALONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

You might want to add “Naruto run” to that list. Trust me, you’ll thank me later

C for cue and Q for queue! Evil genius.

W for why and Y for you is delightful

GPS. I know how it works in principle* - but it’s still magic that I can be in the most remote spot in the world and still get my exact bearings to the nearest square metre.

( * Triangulate from the time offsets in ping messages from four or more satellites with synchronised clocks, right?)

“Has the level of your inner struggle ‌reached the stage ‌of you negotiating with yourself?”

God DAMN

I found my way in via Lions Led By Donkeys and now I’m addicted to WTYP and KJB. What a collection of lunatics.

I think you’ll find he’s a cancer specialist, actually.

Nicely done. Took me a minute

¡Más chorizo!

At any given point, I’d say there are more aeroplanes in the ocean than aeroplanes in the sky.

Looks plasticky, like a negative mold made from a cast of a real person. Insert your own “casting” puns below and I’ll see you all in hell.

I recently started and left a dev job after just over 2 weeks because the new boss was chugging the AI kool-aid. Luckily I got a late offer from another place I’d applied to and I was able to get the fuck out of there.

Dad?