Hopefully they're recasting the role of Dr. Grusch. Maybe with a cooler Captain Marvel watch that doesn't look like it came out of cereal box....
Bingo. I learned that listening to the choking sobs of female partners in the ladies' room after having just had their feet held to the fire...or just mildly reamed... in front of others.
Because they're the bloodthirsty ones. Indulging themselves in fantasies about how they might have been a concert pianist or a photojournalist if they hadn't been imprisoned in their center hall colonials.
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As if the annoying ear worm jingles ("Down with Rybelsus!"... "Nothing is Everythaaaahing" ) aren't enough, it's the obese women dancing in the streets or riding rollercoasters to the tune of them...
There's your "I Believe I Can Fly" public schooling on display....
And when a conservative takes issue with one of their casually dropped libtard bon mots that they can never resist injecting into EVERY conversation and they suddenly find themselves in a debate, they become hysterical on cue and start flinging ad hominem attacks. They are so very predictable.
Just saying to my husband there's probably a nice real estate investment opportunity in the "mature" single female communities that will crop up to house all these pathetic millennial monkeybranchers when they tap out. We already have the "mommune" for that other narcissistic drag on society....the single mother.
Methinks it was "her" F-35. Explains the deafening silence.
A lot of women may not say it but they’d rather die than be a fat fuck
This. There was a study a while back that asked women would they rather be hit by a car or gain 50 lbs. The answer was basically as you might expect. And rightly so.
Or "the manner in which they speak" . But I guess proper speech sounds like something from the era of periwigs and fowling pieces at this point.
They do wear it proudly, don't they? I love how it's the first thing out of their mouths when they introduce themselves... as if they won the Nobel prize. You failed at the #1 most important relationship in your life. Frankly, I'd keep that under wraps..
Ah yes..Mommy activists in Lululemon yoga pants and dangling Cartier bracelets carrying water for BLM...then complaining on Nextdoor about strange black men in hoodies walking the neighborhood.
I see your welding helmet and raise you a blue man group style full body leotard (covering the hands) with N-95 mask and visor. And yes, it was a man about to go for a jog...after exiting his Tesla Model S.
Oh no. You have to genuflect to them and give them teacher gifts like the use of your ski house or a Burberry umbrella. If you don't, junior can't get the recommendations he needs to go to Princeton or Stanford.
She just spotted Carla Bruni in the next box...
My Nextdoor offers some of the best theater around. Like the time a Karen went off script and posted an alert about a "strange black man" walking the neighborhood. Good times.
What public health effort employs million dollar lotteries, free weed and donuts as incentives? That alone should've made one stop and think....
"Paddleboard Instructors Wanted. Experience crossing water a plus."
Of 5 former neighborhood girls who babysat my kids who are now about 35, only 1 is married with a child. One. All private school and college educated now driving electric cars with predictable bumper stickers. And I know at least some of their parents are still subsidizing their 800 square foot urban apartments.
Or baffle your customer like REI with this gem: "Everyone is Welcome, Discrimination is Not"
What opportunity do I as a customer have to "discriminate" inside REI? Scream racial epithets in the aisles? If there's "discrimination" going on, that means you're doing it and YOU should read your own sign and stop...or am I missing something?
I wonder how many times some card carrying liberal progressive has mistaken him for KJP?
Mother breaking down how Democrats and welfare operate before heading out to work the graveyard nursing shift.
Well I read The Economist and The Paris Review. I am clearly your superior...