Guy stops by the newsstand every day, scans the front page, doesn’t buy the paper. One day the vendor asks what he’s up to.
Guy says: “looking for an obituary.”
Vendor says “those are towards the back of the paper, comrade.”
Guy says: “not the one I’m looking for.”
My favorite was the literal blue hair woman I worked with; she and her wife lived on a farm and owned a fucking arsenal. Just two quiet ladies who were waiting for AOC to call them to action.
My favorite was the literal blue hair woman I worked with; she and her wife lived on a farm and owned a fucking arsenal. Just two quiet ladies who were waiting for AOC to call them to action.
But this one is so blatant—helpless survivors on an already-damaged ship—that it's impossible to fabricate any rationale. It's a crack worth widening.
But this one is so blatant—helpless survivors on an already-damaged ship—that it's impossible to fabricate any rationale. It's a crack worth widening.
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