RubberMatt

Meruhca, land of the dumb and dumberer.

Ironic seeing as one thing LLMs would be genuinely good for is replacing CEOs & boards of directors.
Millions of dollars wasted on empty suits with MBAs and no life experience instantly saved, every year.

Gen slop cannot create, it can only copy.
Without human creativity to steal from it is nothing.

I told you, arsenic isn't enough, you need to add more -iums.

It's all the couchfucking.

"since he is functionally incapable" is pretty much it, that's all you need to know about the orange shitgibbon.

Ukraine can only make the drones and missiles so fast, and they're needed everywhere.
Having said that they are ramping up production.

Russia's total *output* is down something like 7%.
Then you factor in the cost of constantly repairing/rebuilding the damage, the shadow fleet vessels being sunk, the interruptions to the money flow during repairs ...
Death by a thousand cuts.

He's off in his own delusional little world.

Too little air defence spread too thin.
And Ukraine is punching those out as well, along with factories that make the parts to repair/replace whatever just got explodified.

nipples itch after transporter

Screencap from the wolf of wall street

It isn't a sin if they're just practicing.

3D render of a dominant brunette in skin-tight lycra and leather

A rather kinky crime boss.

And I just realised I'm working Friday AND Saturday.
Absolute fucknuggets.

A variation of the couple in bed meme

So, how's 2026 been treating you so far?

Alright, I know I asked Santa for a bunny girl for Crimbo, but this is just not what I meant.

The noobs will always require teaching about the true meaning of the festive season on this platform, the birthplace of ALF hog.

Cider, wine, bubbles, port, stilton & crackers.
If I don't have serious regrets about my life choices tomorrow then I've done it wrong.

Screencap from teh game Skyrim

Happy New Year.

Pretty sure our untreated sewage discharges into the Yeo, which IIRC ends up at the Bristol Channel.
North Atlantic's fucked mate, just one of those buggers could torpedo the QE2.

Yeah bulbs gone in my boudoir. Got a pack of spares but can't remember where I put them & too lazy to look.

So I chucked some fairy lights over the top of the lampshade, good enough.

Well in the RM household the top table dines on leftovers and those tubs of mini-cheddars & twiglets. Because I cannot be arsed to cook again.

Lower table - burnt cauliflower cheese fished out of the bin and the string off the turkey joint.

Vegetarian/vegan option - fungi encrusted tree bark.

To be fair I have had two colossal, eye-watering dumps today, that are even now bobbing about on the high seas, being a navigation hazard to international shipping.

The kitchen is still structurally sound and the food was cooked to perfection.
Except the cauliflower cheese, I put that in too early.

Sounds like you're going to find out.

During the 'douse it in brandy then set it alight' phase of crimbo dinner it's perfectly normal to have someone running around on fire, screaming.
If you only have to call two out of three emergency services it barely counts as a blip.

He's so full of shit it squirts out of his ears when he turns his head too quickly.

Looks like a perfectly normal kitchen, no one is running around screaming on fire, you got this.

Don't crash and burn, keep your alcohol levels topped off.