It’s wine…made by the stomped corpses of his enemies.
It’s wine…made by the stomped corpses of his enemies.
No one asked about your mother.
With more than one, a union can be formed. So, no.
I don’t know you, but you probably don’t fall on the category of “rich” in my mind.
Richer than an Indian farmer. Ok. I’m also rich then. I live in a house (not mine) and don’t go hungry.
I don’t even consider billionaires on the scale…that is just an afront on humanity and shouldn’t exist.
There are more houses/apartments than people.
There is more food going to the trash than what we need.
It’s not that we have a lot of people. The problem is the greed of a few and the complacency/idiocy of the rest.
Life will not be the same after this.
A close elevator is now an excusite art gallery.
My basketball team used to do great fart performances in the van before the out-games. Truly amazing people. Material for Fartonauts.
Yeah…the new Dumbass Of Government Efficiency (DOGE) will be right on that. Top priority…I’m sure…