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“after finding him guilty of schism”
I saw this earlier today and read it as guilty of sarcasm.
“after finding him guilty of schism”
I saw this earlier today and read it as guilty of sarcasm.
From a tweet in another article on this:
“The NFL Sunday Ticket settlement is around $4,000 to 5,000 a customer per report”
So… Maybe ten years from now former subscribers will get gift cards for sixty eight cents each.
Boof bro will personally take up this case and see to it that a former president is immune from liquor license requirements. HE LIKES BEER!
I don’t know why we’re even remotely concerned with some businessmen, well respected in their communities, conducting perfectly reasonable financial transactions when just last week, I saw a BROWN person in an orange grove, taking all the jobs from “the blacks” and forcing them into poverty!
Heavy /s though with use of actual sound bites from our burgeoning overlords.
A guy can dream though, right?
This is effectively license to riot in November and January.
My parents have long since passed on, so it’s not even possible. I may end up living with my daughter later down the line. I’m SO single and solitary (by choice) that I’m concerned about going all dementia/stroke/heart attack later on with nobody to tend to me, so I’ll likely lean on her when I’m in my mid to late sixties or so.
She’s getting everything I own, and I should have reasonable retirement funds, so it’s not like I’m going to rely on her financially.
My big mistake was fucking up on getting myself long term care, which I no longer can do unless I get a new job. My employer and I mutually fucked that up when I started at my current job.
Fun quotes from my daughter, around age ten or eleven: “You’re going to be the cranky old man that we grudgingly take on vacation with us.” and “You can always live in my basement.”
And yes, we have discussed this topic. I’m not unilaterally just saying this on the Internet.
Then slap him with a drunk in public and give him an extra day inside for it.
I archived this cancerous bloated paywalled shit show of a website just on principle
The comments are pretty much all with you save one person. If I were you, I’d calmly walk away with that satisfaction before you get baited into a comment that “proves” you are what has been said of you.
(Note that “proves” is in quotation marks there.)
Are you asserting that nobody should ever have any preferences? Do you meet your own standard?
OP didn’t say he’s throwing women out of bed for having piercings. He expressed a preference for them not to.
I prefer dark hair. Sometimes it’s red or blonde or blue.
I prefer pubic hair. Sometimes it’s there, sometimes it’s not.
I prefer a few extra pounds. Sometimes those pounds aren’t there. Sometimes a few extra is more like a lot extra.
In no example above did I shut down the interaction, nor did I experience any less pleasure.
But I still have preferences. That’s all they are though.
Nah. In Texas all she has to do is say that God told her to do it, and she’ll get a couple years of taking drugs in a hospital.
The exception is Taylor Parker because she killed an unborn child, and that’s a damn step too far.
Whoa there pal.
What part of driving pickup trucks with giant tires through the mud while drinking cases of ~~bud light ~~ Modelo and wearing jorts and a tank top with a picture of Rambo Trump firing footballs from a grenade launcher isn’t culture?
Product - use daily
Language - speak English, Spanish, and Korean, though the latter two are admittedly falling off from lack of use. Lived overseas for four years in my twenties
Collared shirts - wear daily, but I’d guess that’s not goth chick bait
Dancing - was religiously prohibited from such growing up and never took an interest in it
Personal skill - I can cook like a motherfucker. Like really good stuff. If I believed in love languages, mine would be feeding others. The women in my office make weekly requests for me to cook whatever they’re craving over the weekend and bring it in on Monday.
But I’m talking about energy. Gomez spends his entire existence striving toward being Morticia’s everything. I don’t have enough gas in the tank after seventy or eighty hours of getting yelled at for my income.
Next up, since everything is so easy, I guess I just simply waltz into another job, right?
Gomez lives off generational wealth and thus spends his time culturing himself with dance, art, and seductive languages.
I work until it’s not safe to drive home because I’m so tired and my eyes don’t work. I crawl home on surface streets, collapse into bed for a brief nap, and get up to go do it again because the man needs his dollar.
My spirit may be willing, but my flesh is spongy and bruised.
My entire life has offered two options - time or money
Never both
In this phase, I’ve been making good money, but it’s at the cost of working twelve to fifteen hours a day six to seven days a week for half the year, going down to a meager forty five to fifty hours for the other six months with no overtime.
Then I’ve got to be careful in making comments that I’ve got a few pennies saved because it makes other Lemmy users think I’m all bougie or whatever word it is that the kids use these days.
The reason I’ve saved money is that I have no time to spend it. My entire existence is either working or preparing to go to work via laundry/groceries/cooking. (Leaving the office for lunch is a mortal sin, so I bring my own daily and eat at my desk, never a lunch break)
I’ll look at the transactions in my bank account and I’m surprised that I live on about a hundred and thirty dollars a week because of this. (This doesn’t include housing expense)
It’s unprecedented in my company, but I’m about to negotiate more time off in lieu of raise this next upcoming cycle.
I’m so
Fucking
Existentially
Tired
And no I can’t just “get another job”. There are no greener pastures, especially since I’ve crossed into the dreaded “in my fifties” zone
God I was going to UNT football games when Todd Dodge was there. It seemed like all of Southlake was attending those games. I hate him with a white hot intensity. I hate his acolytes orders of magnitude more.
The few times I’ve been through Southlake, I felt like a needed a shower with some 36 grit sandpaper as a loofa.
Was he the last surviving New York Giant?
About ten years ago, I worked for a small firm where most of the partners attended this very church.
One of the reasons I left was that I felt completely out of place as they integrated their religion into the office culture.
When I left, the managing partner would send me handwritten letters for YEARS effectively telling me that while I had chosen damnation for myself, I owed it to my daughter to have the opportunity for salvation by attending this specific gateway Church in Southlake.
If I didn’t have so much disdain and bitterness, I’d be tempted to send him this article.
Graduated high school with the believe that the US was a perfect, infallible nation.
Got to college. Couldn’t get any classes. Wondered into a history class in attempt to get a class, any class.
Was blown away. Ended up getting a history degree and becoming considerably more cynical and jaded about the whole thing.