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  • I know it’s an unpopular opinion, but I don’t hate the idea of national service.

    I feel like a nation that has a basic first hand knowledge of the army may be slightly better prepared in war time.

    I have other reasons as well but sadly not enough time to elaborate right now.

    I’m always happy to have it pointed out to me why my opinions are wrong, though, so have at me if you think it’s a terrible idea.

    I do understand that this in itself is an appeal to the voter base, though. They don’t give a shit about the outcome of making it a thing.















  • IndiBrony@lemmy.worldtoProgrammer Humor@lemmy.mlSTOP WRITING C
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    6 months ago

    Fools haven’t even written it well! Translated:

    STOP WRITING

    • MEMORY WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE AESSED DIRETLY

    • YEARS OF PROGRAMMING yet STILL ODE IS STILL WRITTEN with memory vulnerabilities

    • Wanted to aess memory diretly anyway? We had a tool for that: It was alled “ASSEMBLY”

    • “Yes please give me NULL of something. Please give me *&* of it” - Statements dreamed up by the utterly deranged

    LOOK at what Programmers have been demanding your Respet for all this time, with all of the omputers we built for them

    (These are REAL programs, written by REAL Programmers):

    ??? ??? ???

    They have played us for absolute fools


  • My mum works at a bar and one of her regular punters used to be this highly stereotypical blokey-bloke who was massively homophobic, racist, etc. He was always at the bar, often talking about the gays n shit… So one day I decide to play absolute havoc with him. I turn up at the bar wearing all my loudest brony merch (the prize piece being a backpack in the shape of a ponified Doctor Who, complete with sonic screwdriver), step up to the bar right beside him and get my mum to mix up the pinkest cocktail and drink it through a straw from a nice tall, slim glass.

    He looked at me, and all I had to do was give a little smile in his direction to make him practically flee to the other side of the bar. You could see the cogs in his brain whirring, trying to comprehend what effeminate weirdo he was looking at, knowing he couldn’t say shit because it’s the bartender’s son. Fucking hilarious to watch him squirm.

    He’s dead now. No great loss, believe me.