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...but will it include the line—and scene—for, “Came the day that TC fucked the chicken?”

FINALLY.

He also draws power by getting the media to talk about him incessantly.

In my city, there are no cleanup fees for the bottom 3, as it’s seen as public beautification. After a little resistance, the local businesses began supporting street art. Not grafitti, but art. It brings in exactly the kind of person they want to attract: young, educated, and lots of disposable income.

“I still don’t think it should be a measure of someone’s ability to run a country.”

Except it’s a vital part of our country’s society, from education to entry-level jobs to culture. It shows how truly OUT of touch Drumpf is with his voter base. The stats don’t lie, PC’s are integral to life now, in some form or function.

he uses computers all the time. computers love him. he has fantastic computers, with many many friends.

There’s an “In Soviet Russia” joke here somewhere, I just know it.

He now needs to trade this one made of wood for one made out of sheep.

Did anything ever develop with those weird terminal entries you read in the cave where you find danse?

PROTOTYPE centers on three unlikely cohorts

I heard a female astronaut say much the same thing on a podcast recently. Her outlook was “Of course people ask about my hair. I have long hair. People brush their hair every day. They don’t take scientific samples. They are interested in the things that relate to them.”

I just used to build wheelchairs out of elements. That’s the best part of LEGO, you can use the parts to create whatever you want you don’t need a particular piece that can only be one thing (like playmobil). LEGO mini figs can be whatever a child’s imagination says it is.

So its not about the crocodile at the top of the painting?

5, 4, 6, 3, 7, 2, 1.

But there are three eyes.

NO! Says the man in Moscow, it belongs to everyone!

‘No!’ says the man in the Vatican, ‘It belongs to God.’

No! says the man in Washington, it belongs to the poor.

Is man not entitled to the sweat from his brow?