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Awesome. They specifically mentioned what it would be in European units for their understanding. They weren’t talking to you directly.
Awesome. They specifically mentioned what it would be in European units for their understanding. They weren’t talking to you directly.
Well, it’s not supposed to burst into flames upon hitting a tree, for a start.
A well-known mentalism “trick” from David Blaine was when he’d ask someone to “Name a two digit number from 1 to 50; make each digit an odd digit, but use different digits”, and his guess would be 37. There are only eight values that work {13, 15, 17, 19, 31, 35, 37, 39}, and 37 was the most common number people would choose. Of course, he’d only put the clips of people choosing 37. (He’d mix it up by asking for a number between 50 and 100, even digits, different digits, and the go-to number was 68 iirc.)
Lol I didn’t last time and had to hire a second set of movers. And those second motherfuckers stole my cell phone.
A city is its people. Spending a pitiful amount of money on distributing tarps and tents to the citizens of a rainy city who have no shelter provides them livability.
Saying that to do so harms the city’s “livability and the ability for small businesses to thrive” is neolibspeak for “Homeless people are a nuisance to everyone else; even though funding such small measures would only be a stopgap measure (in what should be a much broader and much more comprehensive effort to provide proper shelter, support, education, mental health services, and jobs training), they are not worth spending $10 a pop to keep them and their clothes dry. We’d rather they just fuck off so that we don’t have to look at them because doing so causes our subconscious to elicit feelings empathy, the emotion that is the archenemy of capitalism.”
You mean like having movers coming in a few weeks but not getting off my ass for the past five days to start putting my life into boxes to move halfway across the country? Cuz it feels like you might be referring to my having movers coming in a few weeks but me not getting off my ass for the past five days to start putting my life into boxes to move halfway across the country.
He shopped out his lips.
Meowing is very common among cats. Go look up videos on YouTube where people attach GoPros to their outdoor cats and see them interact with other cats in the neighborhood.
They struggle to make ends meet during periods of economic downturn because 1) they are “wealthy”, but not “filthy fuckin’ rich”, and 2) they live almost beyond their means and…when they have to “cut” back…it involves downsizing the Beamer 7 Series to a Volvo S90 and spending two weeks in Hawaii on vacation instead of a month in Europe.
For most of the working class who are well off enough to be able to afford a roof and know where our next meal is coming from, they are one bad month away from couch surfing.
To the “wealthy” in this scenario, I say to you tighten up those bootstraps…quit eating avocado toast and all that.
To the “filthy fuckin’ rich”, I say this: Guillotines exist for a reason.
Because they both forgot punctuation marks and didn’t put the comment on the photo itself. If Sorse just adds the punctuation, we can achieve perfection.
Yours is the closest to correct, but still not quite right. It said to comment ‘thank mr skeltal’ and yours is missing the punctuation marks.
This is the only reason I still teach teenagers after 17 years, and I will not expound further.
And you simply must begin and end every sentence with uWu, obviously.
“For rich people, a parking ticket is not a penalty. It’s simply what it costs to park there.”
Wait a minute…using an RX modulator, I might be able to conduct the mainframe cell layer and hack the uplink to the download. It means with the right computer algorithm, I can hack you back in time, just like a time machine.
Straight dating online is like trying to find drinkable water in a crisis situation; women are stranded in the ocean, and men are stranded in the desert.
Never have I read finer poetry.