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 |
this is where you want to be, bitches |
you listening? or do i have to hit you with a pool cue? |
this woman dreams of data and a haircut by a professional |
information is a series of tubes |
it's not a truck. although, a truck can be useful. |
you like this? my kid made this. i don't know what it means. |
who in this room has ever touched a woman? liar. |
aaaaahhhhh! words! |
even lower case is scary |
i would sit down if i didn't have this rash. |
don't tell my wife about the new intern! |
smiling orange man is watching you masturbate. |
i really have to pee like srsly it's seeping |
how bold? this bold. take that, hippies! |
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. |
you need all this stuff to get good ping times or else i'm going to pwn j00r A$$$^%!1! |
this infographic represents what's happening in my brain and in my pants |
neither of these women want intercourse with me. i just asked. |
then this happens. i blame that chair for my erectile dysfunction |
well, where the hell else would you keep all your datas? silly. |
"help me obi-wan kenobi..." |
i'm not so sure about this graphic here. maybe. maybe not. |
gonorrhea *and* jerpes??? ROFL |
i don't know why, but that guy smells like peanut butter. and shame. |
aaahhh! space-time is unraveling in neat rectangles! |
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 |
in the future, it will take four eggheads to cybersex one woman. and she'll still be guy. |
you were conceived at this party. your mother was an inexpensive floor lamp. |
zomg run!!! online is right behind you with an ellipsis! |
why doesn't rash-boy just go to the doctor? |
he got it from one of these guys... don't ask. |
seriously, the words are startingto get on my nerves. stop it. |
why do old men dream about david berkowitz? |
i'm telling you one last time quit with the friggin words already |
who's the new guy? i hope this rash goes away soon. |
i give myself papercuts to feel something. anything. |
a/s/l? nice try, dork. |
his doodles look like my wife. yep, i'm pretty sure that's her. |
that woman once kneed me in the groin so hard i saw god. |
red man is consumed by self-hatred, due to the racial epithet inherent in his name. also, he's watching you masturbate. |
we need a computer this big to determine how much juvenile humor is in these captions |
finally! |
we never let her leave. she sleeps in the corner on a pile of old punch-cards. |
seriously, should i ask her out? maybe she has a thing for grandpas. |
the rash is gone. now i'm just showing off the goods. |
with your help, i might learn how to laugh and love again. |
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. |