Maybe don’t turn important political processes into a sports match. Try a little logos with your ethos.
Maybe don’t turn important political processes into a sports match. Try a little logos with your ethos.
Gets worse without dissenting voices, that’s why ‘safe space’ is such a double-edged sword.
Like and otter with his favourite stone
It’s a totally outrageous paradigm.
The US president reminds me of the kings of old - more so than anybody actually called a king. The kind of fawning exaltation their current and former leaders receive is way, way over the top. ‘Presidents Day’ like there’s a pantheon that needs worshipping: pathetic. The fear/respect people close-to treat them with reminds me of the servile peons under some all-powerful autocrat, and not for no reason. The power these people have is way, way, way over the top, power that - rather than helping disillusion an entire population brainwashed by the lie of superiority - wages revenge wars and swings dicks.
In the 1820s, you’d be watching beetle documentaries, you waste of space
I think they always have an odd number of pairs, so 96 or 100.
That’s a massive ballache
Buckle up, it’s gonna be a Rainbow Ride!
That all seems very weak.
So, once? It happens to a few others, probably.
Christ, what a bunch of contrived bollocks. Who’s the irish guy with the whiskey? Seamus? I don’t even know if he mentions it once. And his spells blowing up is just the films.
What’s the skinwalker thing from?
None of that is correct.
Oh, and thanks for the ‘/s’. You know, otherwise I really would’ve thought you were giving it a compliment after a full paragraph of invective.
It ‘unlocked’ my stomach once; tore the fucker right open. They gave me morphine to take for the pain, which went well. Anyway, three years sober now.
Don’t get me started on how coddled the modern anus is.
Took Aragorn that long to get kinged
Black riders on spiders
How old are these kids? Because those books get impressively eloquent as they advance, not to mention disturbing:
A creature of an older world maybe it was, whose kind, lingering in forgotten mountains cold beneath the Moon, outstayed their day, and in hideous eyrie bred this last untimely brood, apt to evil. And the Dark Lord took it, and nursed it with fell meats until it grew beyond the measure of all other things that fly; and he gave it to his servant to be his steed.
Are kids gonna love that or wonder what the hell he’s talking about? I can’t decide.
Tacitly, yes.