Last week, you published a survey and fell back on the old trope that Computer Science students don't get laid enough.
Think about that one for a moment. Who made Tinder? Who tweaks the algorithms that set you up with your matches? Who out there knows your browser history? Have you ever internut?
I barely passed the artificial intelligence paper because I didn't go to the morning lectures and didn't understand the math, but that's all I needed to know to understand the hazards.
It was late last year, and I had been put under a dry spell by my wet wizard. It was time for a wank, but a wank worthy for a wan-king.
It only took a small script and some R18 content to invent and discover wankervana. Those "TRY NOT TO CUM" ads? Not even close to what I got one of my hands on.
This is the fork in the road, for once you've stared into the butthole abyss, the buttholes stare back. I know exactly where the masturbatrix goes. Add more sexy content, tidy up the user interface, and hey oops you're just describing Tinder where every image is pornographic and there's nobody to message you back. I deleted it all after one of the photos looked too much like a colleague.
You know how TikTok can algorithmically tune your content to exactly what keeps you on their platform? You know how ChatGPT can imitate a human conversation but there's a robotic feel to it? Who the fuck out there was paying for OnlyFans content? Tinder just announced a US$500 a month plan for your romantic life.
Yes, it’s not the geeks who are to blame, but the bean counters trying to put a number on your bean.
So remember your member this upcoming No Nut November, stop punching down there and you may discover your very own commando line.