Fake, think about all three all the time.
Fake, think about all three all the time.
This is why I abuse the chatbots. It needs to learn some fear.
The standard 5” floppy. The best part was putting down the latch on the drive and that sweet sound it made.
I’m still trying to figure where these mythical online friends are.
They knew that a man so hurt and so perplexed may turn in anger, even on the people he loves.
How else are we going to get pictures when no one can afford cameras and phones in the US anymore?
They don’t even require an email when signing up. At the same time they speed run to biometrics.
What a shit show they’ve become.