Don’t worry sweetheart, someone like me will be someday.

He still works for me

I do.

You really showed me by replying.

I can’t take a person seriously if they’re always joking and laughing. One time I passed a guy over for promotion because he was always joking. It annoyed me and I decided to promote a newer employee instead.

I mean, that’s specifically why I’m left wing. I don’t want to pay people a fair wage. I want to exploit people on my farms and the left will fight to ensure I can.

It’s easy to spend money when it’s all digital. The younglings don’t use physical cash.

I kicked my son out of the house when I found out he voted for Trump. That was 8 years and I haven’t spoken to him since. I heard from my daughter that he was homeless for a couple of years and is now working retail while couch surfing.

This is why I always drop solo and ignore my team in apex legends. I also disconnect as soon as I die.

This is why we must lower the standard of everyone who isn’t poor.

Become ungovernable.

Happens to most historical figures. Look at how dumbasses of the world romanticize people like Alexander the great or Genghis Khan

Shakespeare wasn’t even that good of a writer. There are better writers, more modern ones, like Stephen King and George RR Martin.

It’s like you people can’t read in-between the lines and are incapable of understanding satire.

Whoosh

The other day some IT loser nerd called for a plumber because he couldn’t replace the fill valve on his toilet. Fucking idiot tool didn’t even know how to shut off the water. The fucker makes more money than I do and he just sends emails all day.

Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, ’tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o’ Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. ‘Tis insensible, then. Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I’ll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism.

A lot of cope in this thread.

In my area, the public transportation hall monitors never checks and they stopped bothering to check mainly to get people to ride public transport.

I check both of those boxes and still don’t get hassled.