Doc:
Tell me, Future Boy, who's President of the United States in 1985?
Marty:
Ronald Reagan.
Doc:
Ronald Reagan? The actor? [rolls his eyes] Ha! Then who's vice-president, Jerry Lewis? I suppose Jane Wyman is the First Lady?
Marty:
Whoa, wait. Doc!
Doc:
And Jack Benny is Secretary of the Treasury!
Marty:
Doc, you gotta listen to me!
Doc:
I've had enough practical jokes for one evening! Good night, future boy! [slams door]
Cool, maybe get mad at the bigots who ruined the word for people rather than the people saying the word was ruined by bigots.
A scorpion wants to cross a river but cannot swim, so it asks a frog to carry it across. The frog hesitates, afraid that the scorpion might sting it, but the scorpion promises not to, pointing out that it would drown if it killed the frog in the middle of the river. The frog considers this argument sensible and agrees to transport the scorpion. Midway across the river, the scorpion stings the frog anyway, dooming them both. The dying frog asks the scorpion why it stung despite knowing the consequence, to which the scorpion replies: "I am sorry, but I couldn't help myself. It's my character."
don't make me go down the argument that most human expression is only worth a damn to the person doing the expressing, and non-AI made human art can also be completely soulless.
You think pop singers gives a fuck about anything they lip sync to that was engineered by 50 market studies slapped together?
little donkeys = burritos
cheesy = quesadilla
light meal? Livianos?