My coworker was all like "did you hear that Musk made 350 million in cuts?"

I responded, "they have to find money from somewhere to pay him his 8 million a day."

He just got really quiet.

Good news! I'm coming back next week. I'm on vacation, and the week after is the new schedule where I won't have to go to bed until 10pm.

They know what they did.

Old Chicago used to have something like this called "oh my, spaghetti pie".

It was remarkably underwhelming.

Update
Wasn't a stroke. Turns out to be pneumonia and a massive bacterial infection. He's still unresponsive, but they're working on him.

👍

It's like the new hero talent trees.

You know nothing, Jon Snow.