*listens to avant garde black metal all week*

Apple Music recommends:

I think my Google Photos is broken.

Shakespearean insults, an occasional list. Henry VI, Part 3 - Act 5, Scene 5:

I really hope this isn’t a sexy euphemism.

He looks like he’s just seen Hulk Hogan wandering over with two bottles of Apple Sourz and a box of Liebfraumilch.

“I can’t be arsed staying up to find out who wins the fight, can you come up with a headline which could mean absolutely fucking anything?”
“No problem boss”

Hello everyone. In the absence of knowing what my first post should be, I attach a picture I asked AI to make of my cat fighting two xenomorphs.