I want my funeral to be a roast but my fiancee asked me not to.
I want my funeral to be a roast but my fiancee asked me not to.
Good thing I’m vaccinated, have no kids, and have become a paranoid shut-in.
Had anyone identified the class traitor yet? Assuming they exist, that is.
No. Your question is bad and you should feel bad.
Rap.
Fun fact, hotels routinely buy permanent red dye. I used to work for a major distributor of hotel supplies.
Accept the fact that nothing matters, obviously.
Warning Labels on obvious things. Like “contains dairy” on a package of butter. At some point they need to stop and let Darwin take the wheel.
So turning it into an intranet.
So he’s a shitty friend with a really low price.
Wrong country. Drugs are easy to get here, for example, especially in silicon valley. Not to mention the easiest cause of being suicided, high caliber lead poisoning.
That said, it’s always possible (though less likely) that he couldn’t live with himself, having helped create the current worst technology around.
Let’s see. Stole from the working class, apologized when he returned all their shit, suffered no consequences, advocates for Christmas, sells merch.
Sounds like Capitalist Orthodoxy to me