Beautifully done.

My dumb ass initially missed the lowercase L, and read your headline as A.I. Pastor. Then I contemplated a completely robotic church, and, thanks to your pic, got really hungry.

But mostly I just want to start the “Robots to save your soul” campaign and automate religion.

Welcome to the church, fellow human. Please attend to the baptismal dunking machine. That’s Henry, our resident industrial arm robot. 7487 pitches this week, and he’s never missed. Alexa will take your confession in the next booth. Don’t worry, anonymity is a thing of the past, and your confessed sins will be reflected in your Amazon shopping list. Finally, the two vending machines will provide the body and blood of Christ, both expertly prepared on the spot with both wine and grape juice options available.

I float between Connect and Boost. Both excellent.

As an Aquarius limp ramen noodle, I can relate to this horoscope. Trick is, I HAVE gotten used to being alone, and enjoy it. Now I’m going to go and weep quietly in the corner.

Haven’t had it in years, but my grandfather made them all the time and called it Gas House egg.

Dear Santa:

All I want for Christmas is for someone to mod this into FO:NV.

You have about a week or so. Get to coding you fat, jolly, bastard.

Bakula, Baio, Joplin, Walker, Welland, Foley, Stapp, Van Pelt, Hamilton, Glenn, Adams, Ian Rosenfield, Adkins, Steiner, Peterson, Travis, Murray, Aukerman… And so many more.

All the Scotts.

Not to be confused with the Scots, which are people from Scotland.

–Check the bottom of my own toaster.

Thank you for improving my life a little, fellow dumbass.

Well, it was a fun childhood. Plenty of other stories.

My mother was a professional hot air balloon pilot, and I was her ground crew chief. We had a bunch of regular crew members, and I was shocked by one guy who confessed that he had fallen in love with our hot air balloon. He asked permission to spend a day in our garage, and explicitly told us he wanted to unpack the envelope (the balloon part) and fuck it. He also said he had been having dreams of fucking the suede and padding that lined the top of the rattan gondola.

He was never called to crew again.

Been on a warm brie with apples and prosciutto kick lately.

“Cold snap” he says, staring at you Wisconsinly.

Micropterus salmoides

Go on, Google it.

Thank you!

I am curious if the platform is going to take action. I certainly don’t support SSSniperwolf or her channel, nor do I find Jacksfilms all that entertaining, but no one deserves to have their info squirted out to 50 million people. A certain small percentage of which will be simps for SW, and a percentage of those willing to take “revenge” on Jack to try and impress her.

Parasocial relationships are a bitch.

Are they dismantling it, or just letting it fall apart?

Loved Ferguson. His books are worth a read, too.

I’ll give you two, one living, one passed.

Randy Feltface is great with crowd work.

Mitch Hedberg was a genius with delivery, and even though I’ve seen most of his recorded work multiple times, I still laugh out loud.

Sees Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader: “I see you are a cat owner of scholarship and refinement.”

Because no one would treasure a truly eternal life.

Would you still need a CDL to drive this?