It’s not even words, it “thinks” in “word parts” called tokens.

Because you’re not getting an answer to a question, you’re getting characters selected to appear like they statistically belong together given the context.

Walmart asked the question “If we can’t have replicators from star trek, what if we built a global supply chain fueled by human misery that spreads broken window syndrome like project Pluto spreads radiation instead.”

That’s company is not going to make human friendly decisions, they’re going to make profit obsessed psychopath friendly decisions.

I guess you’d have to really want to.

When any result will do, e621’s got you.

“On My Own In My Ass”

An anthology of AM talkshow highlights 1980-1999

Half Life 3 Fans

Even Carl had more self respect than that.

There’s a joke about chaps in here I’m not deviant enough to discover.

Uh, they put sublime under happy because it’s Ska-like. I don’t think whoever made this chart ever listened to any of the words.

What I got is arguably their happiest song, and it’s painfully obvious it’s a depressed person reminding himself that life can be enjoyed, is worth living, even when everything is shit.

Oops, all pith!

(They’re from the show Invincible)

I don’t think it is, but I don’t know enough about vacuum cleaner drugs to argue.

I honestly didn’t know footage of it crashing existed. I accepted that someone had released a true horror into the world.

Americano sweetened with maple syrup. And if that’s not a thing it should be.

You got a wet chortle out of me, I hope you’re happy.

It’s uncanny. The pose is spot on. I assumed someone had shopped this to look like that on purpose.

His mouth would fit perfectly if he was saying “Hon hon hon”