I hate to hear of Bertram's, submitted by grzydj. There was a point in time when ignorant citizens across the world feared the day robots would become our masters and subject us to unbelievably inhuman torture, forcing us to do their bidding and erect shrines in their honor. The good news is that this day has not yet arrived, which means we can release our aggression by kicking the hell out of Frogger arcade games. The bad news is that until the robots rise up and enslave us, we must deal with other human beings... humans who are somehow able to create websites and smear their digital smegma across our monitors. I don't have the slightest idea what "Psychoflubber / I hate to hear of Bertram's" website is about, but I'm assuming the author likes to paint houses and frequently fall off the ladder while inhaling the fumes on the top floor. Either that or he's a complete raging idiot, and as we all know, that can't be possible. Stupid people on the Internet? You've got to be kidding me!
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For Christ's sake, robots, please, HURRY UP AND TAKE OVER THE HUMAN RACE. There is no possible way that evil cyborg websites or poetry could be anywhere as painful and utterly soul-murdering as this mess of seemingly randomly generated words and bullshit. If there is some problem in the assembly line and a robot cannot be scheduled to kill me, then I'll settle for being choked to death by Stephen Hawkings while he shrilly shouts "YOUR SOUL IS MINE, HUMAN" with that way-cool metallic voice box synth he uses to alert people to the fact that he has not quite died yet.
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