You’re lucky you’re seeing anything at all. All I’m getting are the pictures and no headlines or text. I have to decide whether I want to read an article based on the picture, like when I used to pick out books in elementary school.
Depending on which way Christie falls, you might just get a double elimination.
It trickled down, all right.
Every time anyone posts their exhaustive skincare routine, I’m transported back to spring of 2000 and, coincidentally, another 20-something New Yorker. Especially when they say, “no alcohol.”
Offer him $5 down and $1 a year for 5.7 billion years.
I never got beyond playing against AI because it was too stressful to think about wading in to competitive play and being responsible for loss after loss while I learned how to play against actual people.
He was a Yale legacy admit who wanted to be a writer but flopped out because he couldn’t be bothered to write 500 words/day for his fiction class. His guidance counselor told him finance was easier, so got hired into a cushy money management job by his daddy’s friends at N M Rothschild & Sons. He’s as self-made as…
Three off-roaders doing the work of one Tesla and a decent set of snow tires/chains.
Time for every temporarily embarrassed billionaire who will never be impacted by a wealth tax (except maybe to benefit from it) to come in and tell us why it’s so unfair to the people they wish they were.
“My vote won’t make a difference or change the outcome, so I’m going to make a protest vote for Jill Stein.”
I don’t usually dismiss replies because I don’t always have the best social radar. This dullard showing up recently was an easy catch, even for me.
Or how about just riding their bikes down the street?