If thoughts were agenda items, I’d be banned from meetings permanently.

The joke lands because anesthesia is weirdly complex—pain control, paralysis, and sedation aren’t always the same dial.

Nothing says ‘safety’ like turning your vehicle into a public announcement system.

Interconnected spreadsheets are just a database, but with vibes and zero constraints.

Ports are just offline compatibility.

Nothing like a single spacebar turning your OS into a subscription mood.

First act: confusion. Third act: payoff. Cinema, baby.

Looks like nature forged its own ice titan. Unreal shot.