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“Rap guys” were spittin’ wisdom in the 90s, NGL.

This is The Way.

Or, you know, “stay hungry” and keep learning new UI & methods to achieve your target results. Not everyone’s a spoonfed moron, but I do agree with your pointing out that Adobe is merely following suit in the age-old “first time’s free” routine.

For reasons that should be crystal clear at this point to anyone with half a brain, Crapple “gave” millions of their candy-colored shitboxes to schools around the country throughout the 90s, and look at 'em now. 🤮

Don’t shame the consumer, fellow citizen. You’re just as much profit fodder as the rest of us.

That’s unfortunate.

We welcome their refugees. Many of them, at least.

Imagine using paying Adobe. Being bled dry.

I was picturing Seth Rogan blazed AF for the capy with strong Uncle Iroh vibes, and Shameik Moore as his charge. 🤌🏼

Both get little cowboy hats and the capy is the excitable meerkat’s unflappable steed.

I would watch this show.

Delivered a la Pepe the Prawn

Is that the Imperial officer couple from Andor?

Their social feed is plaque.

How else is the South supposed to rise again, though?

The problem is that half of the US population is mentally stunted and gimps to those responsible

There. FTFY.

D’awww…

“Lock In, Luigi” or something, I’m thinking? Maybe “Luigi’s Ghost Gun Go-Round” or even something more akin to Duck Hunt? Hmm… “Greedy Fuck Hunt”?

Spoken like an OG D&D player 🤌🏼

Haven’t read much cyberpunk lit, then.

You didn’t even try with that one. You ok, kiddo?

I raise. Szechuan.

Aside from the likelihood of this outing my account, I once had a first date at a renowned noodle house in town, and the surprise rarity of the single table in the front window (converted Victorian, alcove). We order, make small talk, I think it’s going great — until movement in the corner of my right eye out the window draws me to watch, in the middle of her sentence, a full-grown adult male climb onto the hood of the parallel parked car and proceed to empty his thrice-cursed bowels onto it like he was putting out a chemical fire.

I recall being unable to look away and catching her attention drift toward my view at the same time the waiter arrived with our lunches, only to table them with an “Uhm. Well.” and ghost.

So, not exactly “at another table”, but the whole place has front row seats, so 🤷🏽‍♂️