And people wonder why I never bought any of these kinds of things.
Etterra
Well Roadkill F. Kennedy already wants to send me to a ~~rehabilitation farm~~ concentration camp for taking antidepressants, so I might as well go there for hating Musky. I wonder if they know I'm likely to be a danger to others and myself if I go off my meds. Hmm. Probably not. Should be fine though.
I've had this. I wonder if it's a dream reaction to the way our conscious muscular control turns off in our sleep. Otherwise we might just punch shit full force while dreaming.
Pluto won't fuck you bro.
I've been in the Expansive camp for a while.
I love how it's a dead technology lol
I suspect he's flailing for anything that will salvage the stock market he's been fucking up. At least until he sees something to make him mad again. That decrepit, senile, orange old bastard has lost like 97% of his object permanence.
"Oh damn, that's unbelievable," I said before eating another whole box of thin mints.
Well I already knew that Durbin is a shithead, but at least we still have Duckworth here in IL.