Can’t save ‘em all, especially the rich ones
Can’t save ‘em all, especially the rich ones
Has there ever been a former candidate that said: you’re right, it’s my fault. Or list off some good search words, and I’ll be on my way
I think Tammy Wynette said it best when she
NorCal motherfucker, now even further north...for now...
I was under the impression that’s the true meaning of SoCal- San Diego metroplex? LA is LA, no? But I know we’re not talking about San Berdoo. However, I may have bad intel
I just hope that by 2028 we’ll have put all this rockstar and celebrity death behind us, the Trump clan will have gone the way of the Romanovs, and that replicants will not only be allowed to marry and reproduce, but to finally take part in the decathlon. Everyone else will be allowed to juice, of course
“Sick, bro” pretty sure
Worse than filthy liberal Woodstock- and they had rain and mud. Furniture? wtf
Do true lions do bread and circuses for the sheep, though? A thought.
That shark ain’t right.
I think they just have a deathgrip on the “the way things used to be through rose-colored glasses” knob, turned way up to 11.
That’s a pretty weaselly smiting, I must say. Not impressed.
Reminds me I forgot to floss last night.
Is that what they do for non-white suspects?
‘equivocate’— hmmm...
Hey whatever floats your boat dude, no judgment
Save up that tax break, use it then. RATT wrote a song about it:
Yeah but nobody’s coming to the Xmas office party if an engineer throws it.
Are overpaid humans involved? Go with the latter.