“The house I built out of shit smells like shit and it’s disgusting what they did to me.”
Healthy bowels.
“The house I built out of shit smells like shit and it’s disgusting what they did to me.”
My Shakespeare teacher in college called it a concordance when we studied Macbeth. There was a full concordance and then concordances for each speaking part. Pretty fascinating stuff.
I’d just be angry Coldplay was in town.
My friend had one of these. He lived lakeside. I was jealous.
You mean like…uh…defying historical precedent.
“defy history”
To be fair, regular journalists don’t understand journalism anymore, either.
Well, buttflapper…
Capitalism filters sociopaths to the top. It’s a feature, not a bug. It has always been this way. Read about Henry Ford and JD Rockefeller, John Kellog. The list goes on.
I hope they’re using Duke’s.
Did CNN let Tapper have his spine back?
find a way to lock them together
Sounds more like a MAGA. Bots are smarter.
The levels of irony here are off the fucking charts.
I’ve noticed an uptick in right-wing trolling lately.
As I was scrolling, I thought this was a melted hamster.
I keep coming back for RLCraft because there is something broken inside of me. Each new version gets more difficult for no reason other than Shivaxi thinks it’s funny. Becoming OP in RLCraft is incredibly satisfying.
Imagine being a twitter user.
My employer has been intentionally creating a toxic workplace to drive attrition. Several upper managers have said the quiet part out loud in candid AMAs with staff. The top management still sends out uncanny valley soulless-smile emails saying RTO is better for everyone, but it’s another excuse to drive layoffs based on location and proximity to an office. I do not interact with a single individual outside of Teams/Zoom on any given day. I honestly think the execs are looting the coffers before the company tanks like investment bankers did to Toys R Us and now Red Lobster. They can make a ton of money and move on to the next ripe fruit.
It’s so satisfying to slide this thing forcefully onto your pole OVER and OVER again, slamming it against the base.
You’re welcome.