"Fail fail fail! As non-attempts go, that is one of the lamest I have ever witnessed! But may I ask if you are okay? If things are so bad in your house that you don't want to play,

Nova daddy has a certain spark.

have to learn proper English, one imagines." Meredith Marigolds was somewhat concerned about this year's crop, and whether the language might be completely destroyed by them. "Hmm,

J'étais 10 ans quand ma seœr était née

¿Quièn era Mary Be-ll? Maldad, circunstancias, època, què pasò, què originò todo?

I could be free from this eternal charade of competency and finally pursue my passion for pinochle. The ladies down at The Church of Heavenly Heathens couldn't understand how

Antes las cosas eran muy diferentes, especialmente respecto a la tecnología.

Antes las cosas eran muy diferentes. Antes las cámaras fotográficas eran grandes y costosas.

, delicious spaghetti-o! Just the way my mama used to make!" He licked the sauce off his fingers. I could tell he was happy; he was positively beaming. "So good review, huh?" "Why,

Well, it was only that one kid smiling, which was not bad, all things considered. As they loaded me into the ambulance I did wonder what I should say to that kid if I survived. Hmm

before I got to see the 3I/ATLAS Christmas show, at least from this side of things. Maybe I skidded into a van full of ICE Bubbas, because somehow I ended up in Hong Kong, which

despondent. But then he came around the corner with THE LEASH! I popped up. Spun around. Didn't bark; I knew that was bad. But I wanted to. I ran over to him with my tail wagging

, his once favorite website was now coated in every god damned flavor of capitalism under the sun! This wasn't just a simple revision. This was a personal attack on Claude.

Employee productivity tracking software has emerged as a powerful tool to help HR teams walk this fine line. When implemented responsibly.

Hrengor looked around the transit node's food court. He noted the lack of defensible positions. He had a flashback to his combat time during the 3rd Food Court War on transit node

reenacting the punishments he'd doled out back onto himself as penance but he enjoyed them too much. Often to completion. Hrengor the Beholder looked down at the note in his hand.

Even several transit nodes away from Earth and its bitter memories, Hrengor the Beholder would still sometimes get a customer who would trot out "Beauty is in the eye, amirite?"

ended up with Kelly, the masseuse, coiled up in a fetal position beneath the gurney in the corner. He couldn't have articulated why he had done that to her. So he didn't try to.

te the Pledge of Brainrotledgiance. For some reason, Folding Story participants really, really liked brainrot. For the most part, it was a mystery.

Ari Nutella sat at his command station, watching reports on 15 data screens as millions around the world ditched his non-consensual, data-harvesting OS for Linux or Plaque. "This t