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.
A guy can dream though, right?
This is effectively license to riot in November and January.
Then slap him with a drunk in public and give him an extra day inside for it.
I archived this cancerous bloated paywalled shit show of a website just on principle
God I miss my Shiba. That incorrigible little hellhound was the bestest boy ever.
If I had fewer scruples, I’d find out who the construction contracts for new prisons go to and invest all in. This guy is gonna get in and imprison a whole lot of people. Like a lot a lot.
He’s been shitting over this entire thread so hard I’m concerned about burst hemorrhoids. Some weird combo of herp derp Americans bad, big vehicles good. All of it nonsensical.
I saw some truck commercial yesterday where the thing was eighty thousand dollars AFTER all incentives and rebates.
I thought to myself that the people who are screaming about inflation and how the Democrat president is ruining their lives are the same people who are lining up to make crazy monthly payments into a vehicle that will immediately be upside down on the note.
To the immigrant thing - I was on vacation a few weeks ago and took five Uber rides. None of the drivers spoke English. I wonder if ride sharing is going the immigrant predator route these days.
For clarification, it didn’t bother me to have non-English speaking drivers. They were all great.
Connecticut penitentiary? A state facility? How are the prisons in Connecticut? The only thing I know about the state is that they have their own form of pizza though I have no clue what that form is.
I can’t tell if that’s a joke or a real question.
If it’s a real question, nips in this case refers to those little bottles of alcohol you would get on an airplane. They’re readily available in liquor stores here. Common purchase for the chemically dependent alcoholic who just needs a quick fix.
Nah. In Texas all she has to do is say that God told her to do it, and she’ll get a couple years of taking drugs in a hospital.
The exception is Taylor Parker because she killed an unborn child, and that’s a damn step too far.
Shithead maga bleeding a nonprofit dry example aside, this is a good (albeit extreme) illustration of why I’m generally hesitant to give to any large charity.
You can pull their tax returns up online (form 990) and see where the money goes. Too often, it all goes to executive salaries and marketing with some token single digit percentage going to actual charitable work that may or may not be doing any actual good.
Whoa there pal.
What part of driving pickup trucks with giant tires through the mud while drinking cases of ~~bud light ~~ Modelo and wearing jorts and a tank top with a picture of Rambo Trump firing footballs from a grenade launcher isn’t culture?
I remember getting my Texas instruments financial calculator circa 2009 for probably fifty dollars or so.
The professor told us that at the time, production costs for my fifty dollar calculator were roughly a dollar.
On the bright side, I’ll bring that thing in whenever I buy a car and it truly fucks with the whole “what kind of payment are you looking for” routine they do. (Though these days, I’m more likely to bring a laptop with Excel. Same idea, but faster and better visuals)
Product - use daily
Language - speak English, Spanish, and Korean, though the latter two are admittedly falling off from lack of use. Lived overseas for four years in my twenties
Collared shirts - wear daily, but I’d guess that’s not goth chick bait
Dancing - was religiously prohibited from such growing up and never took an interest in it
Personal skill - I can cook like a motherfucker. Like really good stuff. If I believed in love languages, mine would be feeding others. The women in my office make weekly requests for me to cook whatever they’re craving over the weekend and bring it in on Monday.
But I’m talking about energy. Gomez spends his entire existence striving toward being Morticia’s everything. I don’t have enough gas in the tank after seventy or eighty hours of getting yelled at for my income.
Next up, since everything is so easy, I guess I just simply waltz into another job, right?
If only that last panel still held true
Gomez lives off generational wealth and thus spends his time culturing himself with dance, art, and seductive languages.
I work until it’s not safe to drive home because I’m so tired and my eyes don’t work. I crawl home on surface streets, collapse into bed for a brief nap, and get up to go do it again because the man needs his dollar.
My spirit may be willing, but my flesh is spongy and bruised.
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.