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Seven months may seem like a short window, but the recruits'll be learning from the Ghost of Keev himself, Planecaptain Sam.
These 'tards can drink toilet water with their poly-fluro...poly-floura...with their fag-soundin' chemicals all up in it. BRAWNDO®'s got electrolytes.
Yeah, you gotta play the tutorial first then beat all of the Pro Stunt Challenges to unlock the Top Level title and skin. You used to have to earn this yourself. Unfortunately, the devs now allow you to purchase it from the Wing Store if you have enough Prop Points.
"You are an unfit mother citizen. Your children guns have been placed in the custody of Carl's Jr. the IRS."
Yes. The Brandon 6 model was built as best as they could make it, but with only a four-year lifespan, tops. The Tyrell Corporation used to make solid products, but they outsourced their LA plant in 2020 and it shows. The light that burns brightest burns half as long, and JoePedo shone so very, very brightly. He sniffed things you people wouldn't believe. "All of these smells will be lost...like...hairy legs...in the sun."
They're Dave-ing us right now with body-doubles. I'm just wondering what chassis they're gonna cobble together for our Digital Dictator: skin-suited cyborg with laser eyes or Biden's brain in a transparent jar atop a tank-treaded body with flailing pincer arms? Anything other than Kamala, they reckon.
Yeah, here's the most comprehensive one.
If it's an original recipe, then it's the best I've seen in years.
Damn, is that pasta homemade?
"Yo, rez me, bro! X!"
You cannot do this while dead.
Every week, it seems, a new number is floated. The regime will send X amount of Biden bucks to the bastion of sacred democracy, Ukraine. Can you keep track of how many billions your government has pissed away in Ukraine? But the money ain't important to them - it's the message they're sending. "Yeah. We're robbing you. Openly. And you can't stop us."
Beautiful, isn't it? They don't even have to furnish a reason, so content are they of their total control. This trip is perhaps the fakest and gayest thing yet, but the peasants will hem and haw about the consequences, giving little in the way of thought as to why this latest misery is being inflicted on them.
I was listening to something yesterday, so excuse me if I pilfer and subsequently mangle this assessment, but it went something like that gay sex with strangers was the ultimate priority of the Global American Empire. Of all of the restrictions, lockdowns, and provisions in the unending states of emergency across the West, gay sex with strangers would suffer no restrictions and would always be exempt. You could lose your job, be banned from businesses, and be subjected to countless horrors and humiliations, but at the end of the day, you could still have gay sex with strangers. The one basic and fundamental human right that shall not be infringed: having gay sex with strangers.
Just consume product and get excited for next product.
I lost my job in 2020. I was a propagandist, specializing in fear-driven diversionary narratives, but management concluded that algorithmically-generated fear porn was cheaper than the handcrafted stuff. I wanted them to be wrong; to rub their noses in the mistake of nixxing our department. "You can't do this without us." But, well, here we are. When the computer declares that Zyblonia is at war with Gesselmung, both the proles and the Mockingbirds will roll with it.
"Yeah. We deleted that shit. We scrubbed it clean. On your dime. What are you going to do about it?"
Yeah, he was hittin' the sauce.
"This time...shall be different!"
It's a long flight, requiring several aerial "reliquorings" from tanker aircraft filled with booze.
"BlackRock? Vanguard? I get my food from Kroger's."
Pfft! What a load of rubbish! Everyone knows that you can't equip both the Limb Remover perk and the Corporeal Vaporizer perk on the 556 caliber Assault Rifle 15! That would break the meta.
Whoa! Cool it with the anti-Epsilon Eridanitic remarks!
A year in the Ultor mines is a great way to straighten out one's life.
"A Connected, Global Community"
*cheap sign falls off revealing an older sign underneath*
I think it was the Boomers.
Thank you, White Man!