It sounds like what you are looking for is a form of an object request broker. Provide the name of a class as a string (or, if the set of desired objects is more constrained, an integer or enum or something similar) and then build an instance based on that key. Generally, all these objects typically inherit from some base class like Object so that the broker can return an Object* and the client can dynamic cast it down to the actual thing. I've used a pattern like this in the past that worked pretty well using macro magic to enable classes eligible to be instantiated through the broker (register the key and the class name with the broker). This was pre-C++03, so doubtless there are cleaner and more modern ways to implement such a thing these days.
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Actually, these are fucking great. Super outsidery. I'd buy but want to make sure the kids get the bulk of the profits, not the teacher.
This is the shit you feel when you're high
HURRY! HURRY HAAAARRRRRRRD!
My curling peeps will know what I'm talking about.
There are fine edible products that you could ingest which would have a similar effect without the need to smoke or vaporize it.
I wonder if they're a publicly traded company. Given the choice between this company trying to compete in the marketplace against Apple versus a guaranteed revenue stream from licensing and royalty fees (and likely a lucrative one at that), I'm pretty sure I know which the shareholders would pick. If this company ends up doing the former and going under, I can just smell the shareholder lawsuit that would ensue.
After School Satan Club would be such a great name for a band.
We need to find out what churches folks like this are being indoctrinated in and forcibly shut them down.
Very disappointing not to see an #if 0 (my personal go-to for decades) in this meme. 😞
The text in the image represents how accurate it tends to be whenever I try to OCR a document.
I am also interested in the answer to this and which service the author is using.
As an old Perl jockey, you can pry my backticks out of my cold, dead hands.