I Want My Full History In

The eternal dance of code reviews, beautifully captured in its natural habitat. Reviewer drops a last-minute bombshell requirement that wasn't in any spec. Developer responds with the most honest code documentation ever written—and somehow still gets those sweet, sweet approvals. The best part? It got merged anyway! Nothing says "professional software development" quite like telling your reviewer where to shove their Assembly support and then pushing to master anyway. The 8 likes are from other developers who've been there but never had the courage.

The sacred rule of Git: force pushing is like playing with explosives. On your own feature branch? Sure, blow it up, it's your mess to clean. But on master? You've just committed the cardinal sin of version control. That -f flag might as well stand for "future regret" when you obliterate everyone else's work with your divine intervention. Nothing says "I'm the captain now" quite like rewriting shared history without consent. Pro tip: Want to make enemies at work? Force push to master on Friday at 4:55 PM and turn off Slack notifications.

Two fish cops showing a ticket for a "git merge conflict... 9999 lines" while Patrick Star looks horrified with "VIBE CODERS" caption. Nothing kills the coding flow faster than a massive merge conflict. Just another Monday where your weekend project collides with what your coworker pushed Friday at 4:59pm. Time to either become a farmer or spend the next 8 hours deciding which curly brace belongs where.

Future managers surrounded by AI robots, desperately hunting down poor Devin who pushed that production bug? Welcome to the dystopian future where git blame has evolved beyond finding the commit author—it now deploys an army of robots to hunt you down. The irony is palpable. We've created AI sophisticated enough to replace workers, yet management still needs to find a human scapegoat. Some traditions never die, even in 2030. Pro tip: Always commit under your coworker's name when pushing questionable code. Future survival depends on it.

When your coworker casually drops a commit labeled "Small Fixes" that changes 12,566 lines and deletes 10,508 lines. The shock and horror! That's not a small fix—that's reconstructive surgery on the codebase! Future you will be digging through git blame wondering what nuclear explosion happened that day. And good luck with the code review... "LGTM" is about to become "Let God Take Me."

GitHub Copilot silently judging your spaghetti code while simultaneously ingesting it for "training purposes." The awkward bat face is basically Copilot's internal reaction when it sees your proprietary algorithms and realizes they're worth exactly $0.00 on the black market. Turns out your paranoia about AI stealing company secrets was justified, but for all the wrong reasons.