[Top 100] Coder Hacker Pick Up Lines

[Top 100] Coder Hacker Pick Up Lines 1

You have nice syntax.
You auto-complete me.
Nice Set of Floppies!
You defragment my life
Your homepage or mine?
Want to see my Red Hat?
No kinky Windows stuff.
Press any key to continue.
Trust me, I’m user friendly.
Need me to unzip your files?
You had me at “Hello World.”
You totally spiked my traffic.
You are the Apple of my i-Mac.
My ‘up-time’ is better than BSD.
Oh little processer of my desire!
Our Love Routines link perfectly.
My servers never go down… but I do!
WebMD says your love is contagious.
You’ve stolen the ASCII to my heart.
You put the SPARC in my workstation.
while(myBAC >= 0.3) {YourHotness++; }
My name is ###, and I speak Klingon.
Your beauty rivals the graphics of MW3.
You make my software turn into hardware!
Where’s the ‘like’ button for that smile?
Public clA$$ Your World extends My World.
You turn my floppy disk in to a hard drive
We can make beautiful .wav files together.
You’re hotter then the bottom of my laptop.
YouTube Myspace and I’ll Google your Yahoo!
My main method is ‘public love iLoveYou().’
Well, now you’ve gone and killed my process.
Phone for you, I think it’s your motherboard.
You are my methods. I am nothing without you.
Nobody turns me on from a cold boot like you.
You can put a Trojan on my Hard Drive anytime
My love for you comes with no strings attached.
Oh, you found out about my backups, didn’t you?
Your beauty rivals the graphics of Call of Duty.
You are my superclA$$: you define what I can do.
No matter how I sort things, you’ll always be first.
You are my API. I want to know everything about you.
You are my loop condition. I keep coming back to you.
Mind if I run a sniffer to see if your ports are open?
There is no cache, lets go straight to the hard drive.
You got me stuck on Caps Lock, if you know what I mean.
You must be Windows 95 because you have me so unstable.
You are my semicolon; always present in everything I do.
You are a field in my clA$$. You will always be protected.
You are my increment operator. You make my value increase.
Living with you would be like living in a virtual reality.
What’s a nice girl like you doing in a chatroom like this?
Well, if that’s how you feel, I guess it’s time to upgrade.
You are the IDE of my life: I find it easier because of you.
No, that’s not a iphone in my pants, but thanks for noticing.
You still use Internet Explorer? You must like it nice and slow.
What do you say we play a game of “Words With More Than Friends?”
Oh you still like Laptops, the you can put yo lap on top of my D!¢K
No, that’s not an iPod mini in my pocket. I’m just happy to see you.
No GPU in the world could make you look hotter than you already are.
You look familiar. What’s your Twitter handle? I think I follow you.
You make me want to calibrate my joystick without the latest drivers
My love for you is a constant variable: unupdatable and unchangeable.
We are an aggregation of clA$$es: one cannot exist without the other.
Your eyes are far more gorgeous than any source code I have ever seen.
Roses are #FF0000, violets are #0000FF. All my base are belong to you.
No, that’s not a Logitech MX-100 in my pants, but thanks for noticing.
Would you like to enjoy my laptop, I promise I don’t have any viruses…
You have a trojan? hmm… I think I’ll need to take a look at that backdoor.
You are my initializer: without you, my life would point to nothing (null).
You must be tired because you’ve been streaming through my RSS feed all day…
You’re making me feel like I have something in common with these pop-up ads.
Want to see my HARD Disk? I promise it isn’t 3.5 inches and it ain’t floppy.
You are the JDK (Java Development Kit) in my life. I won’t compile without you.
Want to come see my HARD Disk? I promise it isn’t 3.5 inches and it ain’t floppy.
My attraction for you is stronger than the magnetic forces inside of my hard disk.
You are so hot girl that when I first laid eyes on you, I reached a runtime error.
You’re so pretty, I wouldn’t even need to use an Instagram filter if I took your photo.
Why don’t you come down to my baSêmênt apartment in my mom’s house and see me sometime?
You want to learn about computers huh, you’ve already pA$$ed the first lesson “Turning Me On”
Most people say women are NP-complete, but if I get you into bed, I can solve you in polynomial time!
There is no primitive data type that could possibly hold the number of things I would do to spend one night with you.
What’s the difference between a crush and a Facebook account? [what?] I’m not rapidly developing a Facebook account on you.
My love for you cannot be measured with an int, not with a long, and not even with an array. It is out of bounds and infinite….
My love is a for loop without the increment operator— infinitive, non-terminating, and difficult to stop once it starts running.