The US is not a member of the ICC. Their arrest warrant on Putin has fuck all to do with the US. And besides, under no circumstances would the US desire the arrest of Putin. We won’t even allow Zelensky to use US-provided munitions to target Russian airfields; you think we’d risk nuclear retaliation by arresting their president??
I get that you didn’t put much thought into this post, but god damn. That space between your ears isn’t just free real estate.
Man, Ivan. You really suck at your job. You must be new here. You’re way too obvious about it.
Better a martyr than a president.
I love that “poop with friends” is in a different ink than “poop alone”, and that the frowny face is in different ink than the smiley face, suggesting that this was a collaborative effort between multiple people over an unknown period of time.
Thanks, Obama.
Well, at least I don’t have to worry about my student loans anymore.
I think it’s not so much about the genders of the shoppers, but rather their approach to shopping that is most telling. I take after my mother: I’m a Combat Shopper. When I enter a store, I have a specific plan of action, and my goal is to execute it as swiftly and efficiently as possible and get out. My father, on the other hand, was very much a lookie-loo shopper. He would spend hours at the store slowly walking up and down every aisle trying to think if anybody he knew would want whatever bit of tat was on the shelves in front of him. Drove me fucking nuts to shop with him.
I think that combat shoppers can shop with other combat shoppers, and lookie-loo shoppers with others of their ilk, but pairing one with the other is a recipe for hurt feelings.
Carpet does NOT match the drapes.
Same with “simpleton”, “idiot”, “feeble-minded”, and “imbecile”. It really is fascinating how language evolves.
A buddy of mine used to like telling the users that sometimes fat electrons get stuck in the prongs, so you have to occasionally unplug it and shake it out.
At one point in a former life, I was one of the trainers for the incoming helpdesk technicians. One of the practical exams we put them through involved us doing creative things to fuck with their computers before they came to class, and then having them figure out what was wrong and how to fix it. Plugging the mouse from one computer into its neighbor’s USB port and vice versa was one of my favorite tricks. For whatever reason, it had a 100% success rate in effectively fucking with them.
Yay! I love copaganda! Show me some pictures of cops playing basketball with a group of “urban”-looking youths!
“X” isn’t publicly traded. When he bought it, he took it private, so you can’t short it. The ticker symbol X is for the United States Steel Corporation. You could definitely short that, though; it’s entirely possible that it’ll tank just the same because people confuse it with Xitter. Like when that Chinese company that had the ticker symbol ZOOM shot to the moon at the start of the pandemic because people thought it was the video conferencing app (whose symbol was ZM).
Well, as dumb as this was (and it was very, very dumb), I found myself distracted by just how… weird he looked. Not just his face, which reminded me of Lady Cassandra from Dr Who (“Moisturize me, moisturize me!”), but his weird, jerky movements, and just his general vibe. He’s like the personification of the uncanny valley. Eggar-from-MiB “get me sugar water” lookin’ ass. If someone were to come out with a tell-all saying that Musk had been secretly replaced by aliens, I wouldn’t even be terribly surprised at this point.
Thanks for that; I’m way too old for TikTok, so had absolutely no idea what I was looking at here.
Oof. Been there, done that, 0 stars; would not recommend.
Huh. Guess I’ve got some vision loss.