Burger: No wrong way to swallow, feels more legit on the 'ol tongue, twice the quantity of “value size”
Burger: No wrong way to swallow, feels more legit on the 'ol tongue, twice the quantity of “value size”
Thankfully, no. I actually can eat, it’s just very not fun and there’s like a 50/50 chance of throwing up. The doctors just keep telling me to change my diet like that’ll solve everything (it won’t, I tried).
I just want to be able to eat food
Holy fuck I wish could have this problem
This is because collecting so much information isn’t about protecting your security or even monitoring your credit in Equifax’s case. It’s about collecting even more digital you and selling it to whoever will pay. They don’t care about data breaches, they care about profit and on any ‘free’ service that means selling you and/or forcefeeding you custom ads.
It’s just corporations and rich assholes running the show and they absolutely do not give a fuck about anyone but themselves, especially if the anyone is poor ordinary. The only way to solve the issue is to completely remove these entities from the equation and start making our own protections.
It’s ribbed for her pleasure
Thought it was gonna be r34 for a sec, but this is so wholesome and nice
What if I can’t sleep when I go to bed early? I mean, I can’t sleep when I go to bed late either, but still
How else are you supposed to flush your nuts
I say all candidates get exactly 10 days to make their case to be president with only a $10000 budget and a preselected film crew to do it. We all just sit at home and watch the poorly written reality tv show that it is and cast our votes throughout the campaign Survivor style. Anyone can run, last one standing gets to be president until next season.
Yeaahh . . . they be fuckin
I wonder what he transports that’s Not Safe Work
The unscheduled high-velocity ear piercing deflated his head a bit
Foot fetishists are gonna love this one
Had an English teacher do kinda this to me once. We presented our research paper to the class, teacher tells me the birthday of the dude I’m presenting on, I correct her like; “bitch, dis my mf research paper! I know my dudes fuckin birthday, it the one damn slide I memorized!” (Paraphrasing, but the meaning was there, expertly and subtly disguised of course.) She then proceeds to tell me I must be wrong and failed my whole project, my magnum opus of eighth grade.
P.S. Frank Lloyd Wright was born June 8, 1867 in Wisconsin, not 1701 like some cranky, funny smellin old English teacher insists upon
These were the shit growing up
Must be a tiny vacuum
Jokes on you, I cant read
Currently working on the second option. I bet if money was taken out of the equation the industry would change pretty quick, but then the billionaires wouldn’t get their precious yearly raise.