You want a motherfucker who can get shot in the middle of a traffic report and keep going? You call Herzog.

What? No...

so they made one out of flip-flops instead.

Watching the whites deal with this shit-show in Australia has been painful.

Oh, please, he risks nothing.

All the “non-”lethal “rubber” bullets flying around and this piece of shit doesn’t get hit once?

Ah, good. Time for my weekly “I’d post something meaningful but I never get out of the fucking greys” post again.

You know what I hope the biggest takeaway from the whole silicon-valley, Internet 2.0, online social media thing is?

Bud Cort?

Hey, hey, hey now: point of order. Elon isn’t Jonny Galt.

“Why, that’s what the Space Kaffers are for!”

Imagine this:

Remember when he tried to self-insert himself in the Thai cave rescue, because real-life is just fanfiction to Musky.

I’m calling it now: Grimes is screwing around behind his back, and only ever considered Elon a sugar daddy with a nice place to flop when coming down.

“Sorry, I working 26 hours a day at Tesla.”

There’s a certain charm to Russian engineering. That brutalist pragmatism.

Aye.

Fun fact: they’re called “werewolves” because they’re a fictional creature. If they actually existed, they’d be called “waswolves”.

And holy crap, I now just learned why they got Dominic Cooper to play Howard Stark...

Tucker, eh?