Genius.
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I mean, why not have the dual sick controller as well?
Pew! Pew!

Foolishly, he had ignored the angry, wizened little man in the grocery store aisle, cutting in front of him with his own overloaded cart.
“Holes,” the little man muttered.

Yeah.
Aliens are already here, and they’re harvesting us one pedestrian at a time, tasting, and one day soon all of those trucks are going to turn into the giant maws they represent and gobble us up.
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Huh.
Sure, I’ve got issues, but that doesn’t mean I’m incorrect.
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I like how the car can strangle you with the seatbelt to get your attention.

This.
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And a question:
I thought I wasn’t supposed to attach the negative terminal to the battery, but rather to something with bare metal on the car? The ground post?
Then again, now that I think about it, that rule as taught to me by my grandfather, for tractors and such, in case the connecting circuit creates a…

So, there’s the usual grumpiness about billionaires, and then there’s the usual grumpiness about people being grumpy about Capitalism, but the thing that’s inspiring this anger?
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I mean, in addition to the how unfairness blows, ammiright?
Is that the car isn’t good.
Mr. Brownell’s point about the car just sort of…

In ‘Murica?
Should default to the large!
If’n we wanted a bunch of tiny people who wouldn’t be worth nothing in the soon to be Matrix future where we power everything with entubulated people, we would’ve said so!
But we don’t.
So, we didn’t.

Nope.
I used to own a Toyota Tacoma two door with a full sized bed, with a camper cover on the bed, and it was great for moving band equipment around and keeping it secure, as well as yes, holding full sheets of plywood when I wanted to build something.
Sadly, I had to sell truck some years ago, and it would be nice to…

Right?
Last time I checked, drywall and plywood still come in sheets of, oh, eight feet?
If the bed is four feet long, that still only makes six feet with the tailgate down, which means I’ve still got two feet of wood dangling out the back every time?
Ugh.

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Alas, corporations are thought of us people.
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And with cases like this, one might turn to the music industry for reference, where samples are routinely distributed on cds each month for musicians to use in their own projects.
And quite a few of those samples come with similar disclaimers, such as:
to be used only with…

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And it’s such a fine line, isn’t it?
I mean, if I’ve got the money for the R.R., why buy a new one, when I could buy an older one, which is even classier?
And if I’m buying an old classy R.R., and I’m apparently the type that needs or desires to be driven about, then I’m also the type who needs, oh, I dunno.
Bullet…

I’m an idiot.
For days I read this headline title thinking:
They designed a perfume that smells like cookie?
That’s cool and all, but, why?
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This, even with the helpful illustration, which, I dunno, looks like a bouquet?
Of burgers?
OK, the illustration for the article confuses me, because?
See where I started.

One of THE most terrifying aspects of police departments in our country is how they will hire each other’s rejects, and how there’s no particular oversite across state lines and from larger to smaller departments out into the sticks.
Horrible officers are shuttled from state to state and department to department,…

But, but: grass fed!
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Gently coaxed into death using only the kindest of methods!
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You can taste the lack of fear in the meat!
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He said, running for the vault, trailing banknotes.

Hee.
Dump truck full of ponies meant for glue is EXACTLY the GOP right now. Bravo, bravo.

HAHAHAHA.
I mean, your question’s rhetorical, right?
It’s because off screen, there’s a PA holding a treat mouthing,
“GOOD BOY, GOOD BOY, WHO’S A GOOD BOYWANNATREAT?”
And so on.

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.
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Though, I know, alls that would happen is he’d go before a judge and claim only idiots would believe anything he says, and obviously, only an idiot would live his existence, and therefore, as with his show, reality doesn’t exist, and of course, neither does he.
So.
Convict…

Yup.
Yeppers.
Yupsterino.
Abso-fucking-lutely.
All the lutes.
Play the haunting tale of the most haunted dress that has ever haunted.

Right?
I thought the article was going to go on to explain a VERY complicated u-joint situation.

And he should pay us all 10% for the pain and suffering we’ve endured because of him.
Wait, this is difficult to word correctly:
Endured while watching him.
No, still not quite right.
He. Causes. Me. Pain.
His boiled pimple essence of mixed misogyny, racism, bigotry, idolatry, false Christianity and idiocy, literally…