The gag here is that the person replying “1” has misinterpreted the message as “Bro, I have diabetes. Type the number 1 with your keyboard.”

Another variation:

Styrofoam is plastic

No

“Troll quotes”, apparently https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/troll-quotes

Glimpse, but it died in 2021.

I truly cannot stress enough how utterly socially unacceptable it is to correct someone’s pronunciation of their own name. In this respect, names are different from other kinds of words. Please reconsider this embarrassing position of yours.

Any recommendations for a Hyprland refugee? Thinking of trying out niri…

https://www.ifixit.com/Wiki/Do_Not_Put_Your_Device_in_Rice

“download” It is my car.

The FTC issued a nationwide ban on noncompete agreements on April 23.

Adult size! That’s a relief. Anyway, goodbye forever.

What if we

At the department of

Hey-hey, planting is simple! It’s just planting things in the plant! You guys can plant, can’t ya? This is easy!

Cave carrots! Stone squash! Pebble peas! Cave squash! Pebble carrots squash! Stone peas!

just being silly :D

this image is a screenshot of a Blender viewport; you can see the object origin (orange dot, left) and the 3D cursor (red and white circle, bottom left)

hello 3d cursor 👀

Generate a reply to a fediverse comment. The comment expresses agreement and laments the rise of this soulless and parodic facsimile of creativity which furthers the social and economic devaluation of a profession whose practitioners are already frequently characterized as “starving”. Amiable yet embittered tone, melancholic tone, eloquent but a little overwrought, high quality, faded colors, style of Greg Rutkowski.

The door refused to open. It said, “Five cents, please.”

He searched his pockets. No more coins; nothing. “I’ll pay you tomorrow,” he told the door. Again he tried the knob. Again it remained locked tight. “What I pay you,” he informed it, “is in the nature of a gratuity; I don’t have to pay you.”

“I think otherwise,” the door said. “Look in the purchase contract you signed when you bought this conapt.”

In his desk drawer he found the contract; since signing it he had found it necessary to refer to the document many times. Sure enough; payment to his door for opening and shutting constituted a mandatory fee. Not a tip.

“You discover I’m right,” the door said. It sounded smug.

From the drawer beside the sink Joe Chip got a stainless steel knife; with it he began systematically to unscrew the bolt assembly of his apt’s money-gulping door.

“I’ll sue you,” the door said as the first screw fell out.

Joe Chip said, “I’ve never been sued by a door. But I guess I can live through it.”

— Ubik