oh baby now!

somebody

edit: don’t know what’s more pathetic. my attempt to start the meme or the fact that !SlartyBartFast@sh.itjust.works holds a grudge for some dumbass reason.

Rickles had ZERO chill. fuckin hilarious though.

I wonder what would everyone do if instead he sang out of tune?

I have written so many scrapers in my life that would have probably helped thousands of people.

it was all for porn though. they shall never see the light of day.

that part works “ok”, but if you try to import any of the boxart or other metadata they have to be named in a specific way in order to be “found”.

out of a library in the tens of thousands of roms I barely have 500 with boxart or metadata.

the alternative is to go to each game and select the game. by hand. no thanks.

I get it, it’s far easier to have required set parameters to start with, but there’s a better way to achieve the same goal with fuzzy logic and simple prompts.

those aren’t claps you’re hearing. might just be the half that can still watch porn…

I can’t recommend it.

if you have 300+ hours to configure it and have your entire ROM library ordered in the exact way it likes, go for it.

otherwise, I’d skip it.

I really really wanted to like it, but I just don’t have the time or attention span for it.

(sits in his Lamborghini Plex while a beautiful blonde gives him a handy) I’m fine, mate. Maybe later.

I have wondered how the community would react if someone would start syncing popular YT content to PT. though it would be “illegal”, it might the the push for some viewers to release their grip from YT and allow content creators to see a better path.

man died doing what he loved most.

drugs.

literally the only thing I enjoyed about that movie were the titties.

movie made me violently ill and gave me a migraine.

hopped on the local metro transport at like 6am. I sit down and try to not make eye contact with anyone and the smell hits me first.

dude like two seats down is passed the fuck out, dick in hand, legs stretched out, and he’s just shitting all over himself and the seat.

security comes over and tries to wake him up. they get loud and kinda rough with the guy. no response. they check for pulse. he ded. he big ded.

dude must have died mid stroke at some point in the morning commute and his bowels released soon after.

drugs are bad m’kay.

I’m in my 50s, I know.

I was always told I was smart growing up. what it did was gave me an excuse to not try.

empty complements fill a bubble of confidence that shields the ego from challenges.

praise kids on the objective goals they achieve instead of telling them “you’re really smart”.

no, they get the day they voted for.

I have light sensitivity and dealt with migraines for years before I realized blackout curtains were the cure.

I would kill myself if I had to go back.

I’m a fan of the poem and have had this name for 30+ years.

all the better to remove the federal internet license requirements.

Elmo, what’s the best buttplug to stretch my asshole wider on Amazon right now?