In what way could someone “forge their own signature”?

Anything you scribble is a proper signature. The old movie trope of illiterate people signing a contract with an “X” is true. It’s still a legally binding contract.

The cat sleeps with whoever is primarily responsible for feeding him in the morning. Back when that was me, the cat never woke me up, but once I was awake, he let me know it was time to be fed. My current responsibility is brushing him before I go to bed.

See, what no one in here realizes is that the plan was to use this as a master to cast an aluminum one. Aluminium is a metal, and metal is strong. I’m sure everything will be fine. Bonus–aluminum doesn’t rust, so it should last forever. OOP wonders why they weren’t made of aluminum in the first place, and figures it’s “planned obsolescence.”

He’s just waiting for his casting kit to be delivered. He expects to be flying again later that day.

JFC, it’s a fucking mouse. Do they need to ruin everything, like fucking EVERYTHING?!

I’m not a programmer, but I find satire around programming easier to parse these days than satire around politics.

“I could agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

A former co-worker got me with this one many years ago. I laughed out loud. I’ve never forgotten it.

While I understand the temptation of McD’s fries, I stopped eating completely out during the pandemic and never went back. I got used to making my own meals. It’s much cheaper, and I know what’s in the food.

I do miss KFC, tho.

I have a big bread baker’s Hoosier cabinet in my kitchen. I’m not a baker, I’ve never had any use for it.

Very similar to this one, with a flour sifter, and slide-out porcelain steel table:

My older sister shipped it to me without asking me, and then told me it was coming about two days before it arrived. Our mom had just died, and my sister didn’t have room for it, but she “wanted it to stay in the family.”

It is a beautiful piece, solid oak, probably over 100 years old. So, I kept it. It just sits there, taking up space in my barely-big-enough kitchen. I expect when I die, my only son will sell it. I should probably just sell it now, my sister would hate me for it, though.

I’m glad to see technology used in the pursuit of important science.

I didn’t read the title. I thought, ‘Jeez, I never noticed Daniel has that crazy eye.’

We need a remake of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. They both play the role, and then they’re merged like this.

British 1960s slang for a woman is “bird”. So, men are bees.

I bet that guy who has lied to his family about liking manatees for the past 20 years knew this, even if he didn’t want to.

What is the point of the pixelation?

Squid are fren. Don’t eat.

What. The. Fuck. The. Actual. Living. Fuck. What.

No free feet pics.

Not that anyone would pay for mine. At least I don’t think so? Not that there’s anything wrong with my feet, they’re clean enough, and I have all my toes and toenails (although, I do need to cut my nails), and the skin isn’t leprotic or anything. It’s just that I’m not someone who would expect that anyone would be interested in my feet. Maybe because I’m not interested in feet? Is it just projection? Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with people who find feet interesting, or even… erotic? They’re harmless, it’s just not my thing.

I drew a factory with the smoke stacks making a u-turn and stuck into the ground. Seemed like a good way to keep pollution from going into the air.

It’s only a problem for our species. And, only for future potential members of our species. The declining birth rate isn’t going to hurt anyone alive today. Not even billionaires, not in any way that matters.

Overall, the Earth would be much happier and peaceful without us. We’re not special, we’re just selfish.

Finally, probably, even in the worst human-caused catastrophe, at least some pockets of humanity would survive. Again, though, not that it really matters.

TLDR; Don’t worry about it. It’s no one’s problem to solve. We didn’t ask to be born, and none of us owe our species anything.