It made me happy until I read the article about a truckload of vintage Japanese porn crashing into a grain silo in rural Manitoba and being completely destroyed. Apparently that truck had the only remaining copy of the 1972 magazine featuring “the girl with the tempura asshole”. It was a revolutionary piece of art that introduced the concept of eating ass to a generation.
It should’ve been in a museum. How will future generations know that you can even eat ass?
Analingus… finda a way.
I have questions.
The answer to your question is tempura tapeworms. That’s how.
My province ruins everything
Welp that’s on my social credit score log now, thanks macaqueandcheese
Yes actually
Fixing computers during the day + being on my own at home (games, making art, listening to music, etc.) = very happy.
It’s not just a slop/work/social media machine
don’t forget porn
Trekkie! 😤
Oh, like the monster and not like someone obsessed with how many lights there are.
Not yet. I have to touch bad computer for 8 hours today before i can go home and touch good computer
Point out bad touch on this touchpad.
Right her- ah dammit I opened copilot…
I 3d modelled a gnoll with big titties and i was happeh
King
Nothing makes me happy.
it does! my friends are on it :3
Yes. I played video games and then I cuddled with my cat and watched movies on my little handheld computer.
Yes.
I also talked with my parents. That didn’t make me happy.
Yes in my case.
Progress on my app next update. Progress on my first game. Some good music and videos about how deep in shit are americans, which make me appreciate my country more.
If only the computer could touch me
You mean, yours does not?
She won’t let me touch her ports.
The last time a computer gave me a real positive emotion was building a FFVII fan page using Front Page and embedding a midi of Frog’s theme from Chrono Trigger on loop in the background.
No should commence an immediate shutdown
i never touch a computer again once built, unless it demands an upgrade.
No, it didn’t. Touching the computer usually means I’m making money for someone else at the cost of my attention and time being dragged away from how I would prefer to be spending my one wild and precious existence.
