One time I came home drunk at night and had a campfire out back. For some reason, I had the urge to burn a few dollar bills that I had in my pocket, I think because money was such a concern for me at the time and the simple act of burning a few of these life-tickets upon which we all depend felt freeing.
Now this, I would invest in a torch and smelting pot for these ones. Or stamp Epstein on the other side and leave them strewn about.
Biggest pussies on the planet. Anyone can shoot a gun you fucking chuds.
His past few vids were not even very convincing AI, he’s barely hangin on. When I was a kid my dad’s friends would joke about the decripit soviet leader being strapped to a 2x4 and dragged out for public appearances. Well well well how the tables have turned
Bill Burr is the only one that really got to me. I loved that guy. But I just can’t see him the same way anymore
The emperor has no clothes, and the frogs are starting to notice that maybe the water is a little hotter than it’s worth.
Thanks for the reference, most of that side of the family died in pretty quick succession so these memories are just what my mind can contain. tbh Swan Lake 24/7 might do more to heal our nation than the news onslaught we get. My dad died in '16, about 3 months before Trump got in, and I’m almost happy he didn’t have to see it. He was a lifelong republican but he was also a WWII buff, I’d never seen him actually afraid of a politician until then. I’ve been traveling the world since I was 17, he used to be terrified for me, but during that campaign he started encouraging me to spend more time abroad.