My wife caught me googling for pictures of Ms Rachel topless when I was drunk last night. Glad that woman has a sense of humor.
Claude, build me a mobile-friendly app that uses the Sora API (RIP) to randomly generate pictures Ms. Rachel and Sydney Sweeney flopping their tits together. Store all generated images in DynamoDB. At random intervals, have them in the black SS fetish uniforms. Store logs in S3. SSO integrated auth.
Either one is acceptable. According to the eastern European conspiracy theories i heard growing up, the Nazis were working on behalf of a secret Jewish cabal to force Europe to create Israel, so I'm sure we could fit some black Nazis in there somewhere.
One of the generator that powers one of our rubber tire gantry cranes started sparking like crazy on start up the other day. Today a coworker, a couple foremen and a manager were all joking around throwing each other under the bus and say it was each other fault. When the manager, one of the very few who i actually like, he is younger probably late 20's, super quiet guy cracks a joke "it is a very big bus, i will be careful". Never heard him joke once before, nice to see that he may actually be getting comfortable around here, been here 3-4 years.
lol. fucking dogs. In line with the thread, started doing some minor Spring Cleaning today in a storage area near the downstairs beer/pickled eggs/meat fridge, and found a stash of dog chews. It's a substantial stash... probably 15 or so, and they're all the big ones that I buy for her that she never actually eats, just hides away. Needless to say I pulled them out and dumped them in the middle of the floor downstairs beside one of her beds while she was at daycare today, and she just found the pile. She. Freaked. Out. lol OH MY GOD THEY FOUND THEM! She is now taking them one by one, heading upstairs, being let outside with it, and then running around the back yard trying to find a new place to hide them. It's taking her 10-15 mins per chewy. It's a process, and she's about halfway done. I'm killing myself laughing.
When we had our beagle we would find stuff stashed down in the cushions of the furniture. She’d manage to get her paws on something like a piece of bread and immediately stash it.