I did a search of !guitars@lemmy.world for the word “sorry” (figured it wouldn’t be in as many posts as “guitar” or “learning”).

Here’s the first result: Really dumb questions about learning guitar (sorry)

Found one.

You napkin heretics will be sorry when our paper towel messiah returns for the Great Cleansing.

Typical religious wacko trying to lure in kids to be groomed and abused.

I used to lose mine until I glued them onto a headband and used some paracord to tether it to my phone case.

Strong entry for an Ig Nobel Prize if nothing else.

Arson, murder, and jaywalking.

What a coincidence, that’s what I call all the months.

Blasphemer. It’ll be created tomorrow and this is all part of the memory implant.

I’m surprised they made an emoji for something as obscene as this but you know that “two in the pink, one in the stink” thing for the shocker? This is along the same lines: One in the pink, one giving your lady a thumbs up to tell her you’re a chill dude and having a good time.

Doesn’t work as well on guys unless he’s flexible or has a bunch of strategically-placed mirrors.

Sometimes I’m a shitizen of the world.

Turns out this was all due to a clerical error in the contract back when the system was built: instead of UN Secure Information Access, they got Unsecure Information Access.

He’ll take it to the ^taco supreme ^{from the food} court. Close enough, right?

But if I probe a deer, they say I’m a deviant and put me on a list. Bullshit double standard.

Just put walls on there, problem solved.

Probably, yeah, but he made those comics too.

Never mind the excavator, I want to hear about this catapult or whatever they’re using to launch 400-ton construction vehicles.

That’s why instead of drinking milk through my mouth, I ingest it aurally.

Yes, it is the happiest Russian childhood in history.

Speak for yourself.