Afraid that everything I wanted was nothing to write home about I was left with nothing to write home about

Life is either A whole lotta nothing Or a whole lotta love Nothing could be easier than love Then again

It could be the truth if it couldn’t go viral But it’s definitely pravda if it speeds our downward spiral

AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it

If you’re going to take sick leave… take FMLA

You’ve met your femme fa– tale when you can’t stop wishful thinking about her

Tech’s greatest feat is maintaining the illusion that we’re finally rid of the middle man when in fact

I was one of the ones who craved religion without religion This, apparently was easy to arrange But now that I’m longing for

The most hellish aspect of hell is how some of the people there don’t mind it at all

When I started telling my employe… Apologies in advance! they still felt compelled by decor… No apologies needed which was how I ended exploitation

The biggest shock of Judgment Day Was that they don’t give out grade… Just comments Which, of course, is worse Mine said:

To break up with your significant other just say I need space To break it off

All self-help books boil down to this: You can’t fold a piece of paper more than 7 times but if you could fold it 103 times

If things feel prearranged it’s because you’ve already rearranged

Privacy is when everyone can see you but no one is watching Surveillance is when no one can see you