Thanks for showing you care by taking the time to comment. And for creating a paradox, because now if the reader is to live their "own motherfucking lives, ya twats", they will be following your directive, and caring for what you think, and thusly not living their "own motherfucking lives, ya twats" Their only option otherwise is to not live their "own motherfucking lives, ya twats" as their individual expression, yet that too would be not living their "own motherfucking lives, ya twats". Perhaps they will need to return for more advice on living their "own motherfucking lives, ya twats".
I thought there were only nine Supreme Court Justices
Beauty built this country.
I read beat poets, outlaw poets, stream of consciousness, freestyle hip hop, but I cannot for the life of me figure what this could actually mean. Is he calling poor people beautiful? Seems out of character.
Undervalued comment.
I mean, as long as the info is upfront, why does it matter? They are not censoring the Internet, they are censoring their own little chunk of it. That's cool with me, anyway. I myself am not the echo chamber type, but I do sometimes prefer a more civil platform, and in human society that inevitably requires some uniformity or commonality.
This is the formula for modern society (esp. social media).
Here we see those whose ancestors were not cooked in an oven in living memory explaining how this isn't antisemitic, and how maybe people are too sensitive. Thanks for the perspective.
Their parents.
Now Johnny, stop thinking ahead of the class and wait for everyone to catch up...
- Shuffleboard probably. Or stamp collecting (on the competitive circuit)
- That would be ovaltine, but really I am just a sucker for post-WWII Americana
- hike!
- I just think of off the wall shit to be said, like "Eat a queer fetus for Jesus" or something
- Thankfully, because I panic in a wading pool
- oh, I'm midwestern, pal! Everything really is okay, buddy. Heck, it's fantabulous!
- As long as it's not always wrong being hard
- I heard, "Feeling big guys." Screw it, I'm in.
- Jack Daniels, specifically, and Nyquil (The ol' Bohemian Cocktail, eh)
- I... never notice, tbh
- I am. Suffering is real.
- I should act 6? That's some not-okay RP, buddy.
- I did, when it existed on my head. Now I do micro-perms.
Wait. I don't get it.
When I was young, I was naive to the ways of romance, and especially romantic communication. I was often oblivious to advances made upon me, and awkward and unskilled at making any expression of interest without just looking a bit foolish. However, after a lot of experience and many ups and downs in the pursuit of love, I find that I am no longer young.
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