AngrilyEatingMuffins

If you can’t find the shoes a friend with two halves of coconuts works just as well!

I think it’s Just more apparent

i think there actually is one i just copy pasted for the meeeem

The image you’ve uploaded is a humorous take on a programming practice common among Python developers. It shows a list comprehension, which is a concise way to create lists in Python. The joke is that nobody prompted the Python programmers to use a complex or sophisticated feature, yet they are using it anyway, which implies that Python programmers tend to use list comprehensions frequently and perhaps even when they are not strictly necessary. List comprehensions are a popular feature in Python because they can make the code more readable and expressive, and this meme plays on the idea that Python programmers might be eager to use them at every opportunity.

So someone slowly froze a frog to death for internet points? Jesus fucking Christ

You don’t really know what you’re talking about

No it isn’t?

https://www.babbel.com/en/magazine/language-most-words

We have plenty of homographs as well, “lead,” “bow,” etc but every once in a while I’m struck by just how massive the vocabulary of English is compared to… well, every other language.

Pretty much all of piracy is. That philosophy more or less birthed steam.

“Hasbara”

Nice!

Thanks!

I fucking hate next door. They design their unsubscribe functions so you can only unsubscribe from whatever categories the particular email falls under, not their emails in general. At least that’s how it used to be. Idk if anything changed after I found the CEO’s email and sent a message with the subject line, “FUCKING UNSUBSCRIBE ME, FUCKER!” But it worked for me!!!

If they’re new to lemmy they probably just didn’t know where to post or how reposts work here. You’re making a lot of assumptions in bad faith.

If you’re right, what do you get out of this comment? So much superiority felt over something you didn’t even apply to yourself.

I’m sure you’ve heard plenty of “the FBI will save us any day,” though. It’s the same nonsense - expecting right wingers to reign in right wingers is a fool’s errand.

And the democrats think “any day now Mueller will unseal that indictment!!!”

Suppressing leftism

Too sweet

I made a split decision not to “sell it” in any way. I sat facing forward like nothing had happened.

McMahon was so happy with himself. “You know how I get the longevity and smell, Jim? Protein. I eat nothing but fucking protein, pal.”

“Yeah it wasn’t that impressive,” I said.

Vince’s head swiveled in my direction like I’d just insulted his wife or something. “What?” he asked with menace. He was serious. Offended, even.

I couldn’t back down now. It was a test. I was sure it was. “Well, I’ve been around the business for over twenty years now, Vince. Robert Gibson…”

Vince locked the windows and let another one go. Twice the volume. Twice the smell. He watched my reaction intently as we continued to tear along the highway at speed. His “creation” was putrid, but I knew if I told him that he’d just keep doing it. So I sat still and waited for the smell to stop burning my lungs.

“How about that one?” Vince asked. He hated to be beaten at anything, even farting competitions.

He studied my reaction until the blue lights in his rear view mirror caught his attention. “Ah, shit,” he said as he pulled over. “Was I speeding, Jim?”

“Just a tad.”

“Why didn’t you say something, goddammit, pal?”

The Ohio State Trooper approached and McMahon rolled down his window. I took a covert, life-saving breath of fresh air as the trooper asked for the license and registration.

“We just finished producing our national TV broadcast, Monday Night Raw,” Vince said as the trooper looked over his license. “I’m Vince McMahon,” he said before pausing for effect. “And this here is Good Ol’ JR beside me.”

Good Ol’ JR? I thought. Have I not got a real name?

“So, you’re Vince McMahon?” the trooper asked as he leaned in the window a little.

“I am,” the chairman said, proudly. “Vincent Kennedy McMahon.”

“Well, I guess that makes me the Big Bossman then,” the trooper said as he handed McMahon a speeding ticket. “Have a good night.”