This one guy at work has 3 layers of desktop icons. LAYERS. I don’t know how he manages.
This one guy at work has 3 layers of desktop icons. LAYERS. I don’t know how he manages.
You asking us to not talk about our nazi president who bought the election second hand?
Sarcasm and text failed me again.
To the sun. We don’t need to ruin Mars.
I can tell you never pirated anything. It’s always the smallest most boring HTML 1 looking button that is hiding out of the way not being flashy.
Don’t forget about the “meat” wafers on the “burger”.
We figured it out in World War 2.
Finally, some that understands my interest.
The port is so worn I mistook it for a USB 3 port.
That USB port is more blown out than the fourth page of a porn hub search.
Goth gamer GF every time, even if she eats rocks.
Ran out of names but not quite ready to just mash the keyboard.
The weird fever dream you get after writing code for too long…
It hasn’t been a year and I already overfilled my fist cabinet.
My first month was finding out how to unbreak that thing I shouldn’t have touched, knew I shouldn’t have touched, but touched it anyways. Step 1 is snapshots.
icons on icons on icons as there is no blank space left.