Somehow I doubt he cares.

This isn't news. It's pretty obvious that the personal data you agree to share when downloading something as innocuous as a compass app isn't happening for your benefit.

And no.2 is also a train, so extra useful.

At this rate the last place we'll be able to hang out is Club Penguin.

Blessed are the cheesemakers.

I hope enlightened teachers include fun bits like the bear sent by god to maul some naughty kids to death, and genitals being like those of donkeys.

Washed down with raw milk.

Can we call our content on Bluesky Tweets? That would annoy Sissy SpaceX.

That's a shimanteau*.

(*shit portmanteau)