| It's 1975 And This Man Is About To Show You The Future |
| (Scenes From An IBM Slide Presentation) |
| this is a parody of content stolen directly from: http://www.squareamerica.com/ib.htm |
| also i use some NSFW language because it makes me LOL |
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this is where you want to be, bitches |
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you listening? or do i have to hit you with a pool cue? |
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this woman dreams of data and a haircut by a professional |
| information is a series of tubes |
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it's not a truck. although, a truck can be useful. |
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you like this? my kid made this. i don't know what it means. |
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who in this room has ever touched a woman? liar. |
| aaaaahhhhh! words! |
| even lower case is scary |
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i would sit down if i didn't have this rash. |
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don't tell my wife about the new intern! |
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smiling orange man is watching you masturbate. |
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i really have to pee like srsly it's seeping |
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how bold? this bold. take that, hippies! |
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do you think she would look hot with her hair down? |
| seriously, speaking of packages... |
| ah, so *that's* where i left that. |
| what do you mean - the test is positive?!? |
| yep, it's positive. gonorrhea and jerpes. |
| pink man laughs at your misfortunes. |
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you need all this stuff to get good ping times or else i'm going to pwn j00r A$$$^%!1! |
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this infographic represents what's happening in my brain and in my pants |
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neither of these women want intercourse with me. i just asked. |
| then this happens. i blame that chair for my erectile dysfunction |
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well, where the hell else would you keep all your datas? silly. |
| "help me obi-wan kenobi..." |
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i'm not so sure about this graphic here. maybe. maybe not. |
| gonorrhea *and* jerpes??? ROFL |
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i don't know why, but that guy smells like peanut butter. and shame. |
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aaahhh! space-time is unraveling in neat rectangles! |
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this o is encircling my groin for no apparent reason but i like it a lot maybe too much |
| aw darn, not even neo can fix this now |
| sometimes i gotta dance! |
| ? wtftw |
| it's like voting in cuba |
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in the future, it will take four eggheads to cybersex one woman. and she'll still be guy. |
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you were conceived at this party. your mother was an inexpensive floor lamp. |
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zomg run!!! online is right behind you with an ellipsis! |
| why doesn't rash-boy just go to the doctor? |
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he got it from one of these guys... don't ask. |
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seriously, the words are startingto get on my nerves. stop it. |
| why do old men dream about david berkowitz? |
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i'm telling you one last time quit with the friggin words already |
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who's the new guy? i hope this rash goes away soon. |
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i give myself papercuts to feel something. anything. |
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a/s/l? nice try, dork. |
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his doodles look like my wife. yep, i'm pretty sure that's her. |
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that woman once kneed me in the groin so hard i saw god. |
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red man is consumed by self-hatred, due to the racial epithet inherent in his name. also, he's watching you masturbate. |
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we need a computer this big to determine how much juvenile humor is in these captions |
| finally! |
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we never let her leave. she sleeps in the corner on a pile of old punch-cards. |
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seriously, should i ask her out? maybe she has a thing for grandpas. |
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the rash is gone. now i'm just showing off the goods. |
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with your help, i might learn how to laugh and love again. |
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thank you for your attention. don't let the door hit you where i wish i'd have bit you. |
| i hope you enjoyed the hour of my life i wasted on this. |