I’m not sure what it would even mean to be “you” without all of the external forces that made up your life. We’re basically just the sum of our memories and experiences; if I lose all of that, would that be akin to a being who hasn’t lived at all?

To add extra seasoning to your fries, turn the laptop over and shake the keyboard on top of them.

I imagine it must be weighing a lot on you!

Please tell me you served them some royal-tea while they were there!

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If we get to bring infinity into the mix, how about larger infinite number sets? Aleph-omega time.

1. Build giant parking lot with AI powered variable metered pricing.
2. Offer rent pricing for people who live in their cars, so they can finally have a piece of New York too.
3. Build giant data center underground with pond cooling, Charge people to swim in the now heated pond as a premium feature.
4. Heat from data center melts snow, so the parking spaces are always clear in the winter. Get massive tax rebate for this service.

It must really be eating them up inside.

Simply find the rabbits into vore, then you won’t even have to hunt anymore!

Thank mr skeltal!

Now this, but put Mentos in. That’d be a relationship with some real sparks!

Absolutely, I’m glad it was helpful!

My mind says cat immediately in panel 1 and 2, but panel 3 I could totally see as a dog. I think the ears get a bit longer and the face protrudes more in that panel, which are more typically dog traits.

1. Cat.

2. Thrown at the cat for asking “can I join?”

3. A new friend, perhaps the artist (this was drawn in response to a a post).

4. No, it’s part of making the cat feel better.

5. Hand haver.

6. Vicariously experiencing being loved after being hurt.

7. No, it is missing the second entity in multiple panels. I’m defining reverse loss as |_ II II I, which it is not.

Are our hours ours?

“Aunt” aside, this feels a lot more existential than motivational. I wonder if they have any other hand embellished furnishings like:

• Your days are numbered, and you just lost one more.
• It’s over, you can’t change yesterday; you never could.
• You’re one day closer to finding out if you regret how you lived.

That’s a heck of a compliment, thanks! Seems like Chuck can write about anything, as long as it’s about being pounded in the butt.

Dear OP, I find the premise of not having a “puter” when I die to be very speculative, and not particulatly reflective of the world we live in. Individuals carrying smartphones in their pockets is very commonplace, and I find it very probable that I will indeed have one on my person when I die. If not, it’s likely that I’m at home, where I possess several computers.

Perhaps you meant this to be more of a “you cannot use a computer after you’ve already died” situation, but I have to interpret based on the information I’ve been given. A few words in a title is all I have to go by, so I am required by Internet law to debate those words as-is. I will await your rebuttal, as is custom in the “facts and logic” forum.

Computer (optional).

The still darkness emboldens my tongue, as it embraces its newest lover. You, a dry and porous morsel of crouton grips to me, pleading for moisture as your friction electrifies my taste buds. We share this fleeting moment of ecstasy together, our bodies melding ever softer in our yearning. I know you now—all of you—and I’m left with a cheesy garlic memento of our time together. Normally the stillness of the night is eerie to me, but tonight, I feel the world simply wished to give us room to experience each other. I’m grateful that I could ever find love, and eternally so that I found it with you.