Remember when this kind of thing was, quite literally, a joke?

You fail to acknowledge that we live in an imperfect world, and that there exist humans who fail—for whatever reason—to exercise control over their base animal instincts.

Here come the fanbois, complete with their law and finance degrees: “NOT MATERIAL! NOT MATERIAL!”

You need to get more than a high school education under your belt there, Junior.

You’re welcome.

Not to be confused with the bicyclists who believe they own the road and that traffic laws don’t apply to them.

So in saying that, you are saying implicitly—or maybe even explicitly—that the person who walks through the admittedly worst section of town singing “We’re In The Money” and carrying clear plastic bags of hundred dollar bills has NO responsibility for his being robbed.

Drugs are bad, mmmmkay?

Life starts with acknowledging risk, and continues with understanding and then mitigating said risk.

And that is the new name for my band. Creamy White Stuff.

The story I read indicated that yes, they were alone.

You’ve got it.

Read up on it:

well, as long as we’re going down this road:

“ARE regressing”?

I’M ALLOWED TO BE ANYWHERE I WANT AT 2AM CARRYING ANYTHING I WANT AND NEVER BE ROBBED! I OWN NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS TO ME!

I guess the modern version would be “he Ferengi’d me” or “I was Ferengi’d!”

FFS, you can buy a new Kia—with all the modern goodies—and do this.

Really? This guy “invented” this thing?

“pre-prepared”???