In which community do I start a death pool wherein people guess the first person newly coronated King Donald has assassinated in an official act?
In which community do I start a death pool wherein people guess the first person newly coronated King Donald has assassinated in an official act?
Tenant: Can you fix my garbage disposal?
AI landlord: I’m sorry Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Didn’t our founders have something to say along the lines of when the government becomes tyrannical it’s a duty to overthrow it?
From a tweet in another article on this:
“The NFL Sunday Ticket settlement is around $4,000 to 5,000 a customer per report”
So… Maybe ten years from now former subscribers will get gift cards for sixty eight cents each.
Hey, don’t tell me how to live, buddy! I’ll come into berries all day every day and I’ll like it!
When I learned how to make lemon curd, I thought to myself why not try it with limes. Then the concept of berries came along.
This particular iteration with the blueberries is next level on the flavor.
Now you’ve got me really curious - could I do it with pineapple?
Can I get an enthusiastic fuck Ken Paxton?
Boof bro will personally take up this case and see to it that a former president is immune from liquor license requirements. HE LIKES BEER!
I’m waiting for a tip prompt from the forced self checkout kiosk at the supermarket.
I almost feel like I’ve read somewhere that it has already happened.
I don’t know why we’re even remotely concerned with some businessmen, well respected in their communities, conducting perfectly reasonable financial transactions when just last week, I saw a BROWN person in an orange grove, taking all the jobs from “the blacks” and forcing them into poverty!
Heavy /s though with use of actual sound bites from our burgeoning overlords.
On the one hand - big boobs, small boobs, big dick, small dick, short, tall, fat, thin, young, old, whatever quality, people have been happily fucking for the entire history of the species. Internet outrage at any given body type as being unacceptable is akin to virtual media eugenics and is stupid.
On the other hand - big boobs, small boobs, big dick, small dick, short, fat, tall, thin, young, old, what quality, I tire of both the media and its detractors telling me that I MUST be arbitrarily aroused by any given person because it satisfies a given narrative. This particular person is not sexually attractive to me not because of body size but because I’m old and she looks like a child to me.
Love who you want to love, fornicate with whichever consenting partner you wish. Take love where you can find it, and be happy when you can attain it.
On an unrelated note, one of my favorite lines came from Barbara Ehreinreich, though I can’t recall which book, and I’m going to heavily paraphrase as I don’t recall the exact quote: “The media was horrified to learn that elderly, wrinkled, fat couples were rolling around in bed together and enjoying it.”
A guy can dream though, right?
This is effectively license to riot in November and January.
My parents have long since passed on, so it’s not even possible. I may end up living with my daughter later down the line. I’m SO single and solitary (by choice) that I’m concerned about going all dementia/stroke/heart attack later on with nobody to tend to me, so I’ll likely lean on her when I’m in my mid to late sixties or so.
She’s getting everything I own, and I should have reasonable retirement funds, so it’s not like I’m going to rely on her financially.
My big mistake was fucking up on getting myself long term care, which I no longer can do unless I get a new job. My employer and I mutually fucked that up when I started at my current job.
Fun quotes from my daughter, around age ten or eleven: “You’re going to be the cranky old man that we grudgingly take on vacation with us.” and “You can always live in my basement.”
And yes, we have discussed this topic. I’m not unilaterally just saying this on the Internet.
Then slap him with a drunk in public and give him an extra day inside for it.
Closest thing I’ve got to a clover here is literally called the mixmaster. It’s more akin to taking a head first dive into a blender.
I archived this cancerous bloated paywalled shit show of a website just on principle
Pretty much
Funny thing, I think back to how batshit that education was, and I’d say it was way more moderate bordering on sensible compared to the horseshit they teach today.
It’s getting worse, not better.
I went to religious school. Graduated thirty four years ago. That list would be mighty long.
Make and model aside, what I want to know is when the bars close at two and I see numerous clearly drunk drivers on my way to work at five, what have they been doing for the past three hours?