This past week leads me to believe we? have solved all of the important issues facing our? society and all that's left is to make a massive deal out of stuff that has no real consequnce on anyones every day life.
This past week leads me to believe we? have solved all of the important issues facing our? society and all that's left is to make a massive deal out of stuff that has no real consequnce on anyones every day life.
Speaking of which, only 28 posts to go until you hit the magical 10,000 mark!!
This past week leads me to believe we? have solved all of the important issues facing our? society and all that's left is to make a massive deal out of stuff that has no real consequnce on anyones every day life.
Speaking of which, only 28 posts to go until you hit the magical 10,000 mark!!
This past week leads me to believe we? have solved all of the important issues facing our? society and all that's left is to make a massive deal out of stuff that has no real consequnce on anyones every day life.
This past week leads me to believe we? have solved all of the important issues facing our? society and all that's left is to make a massive deal out of stuff that has no real consequnce on anyones every day life.
Speaking of which, only 28 posts to go until you hit the magical 10,000 mark!!
This past week leads me to believe we? have solved all of the important issues facing our? society and all that's left is to make a massive deal out of stuff that has no real consequnce on anyones every day life.
This is actually perfect. Just remember anyone that's sick of pc culture trying to tell you what you can and can't say, old rich white guy is over here telling people what is and is not of consequence in their life.
This past week leads me to believe we? have solved all of the important issues facing our? society and all that's left is to make a massive deal out of stuff that has no real consequnce on anyones every day life.
This is actually perfect. Just remember anyone that's sick of pc culture trying to tell you what you can and can't say, old rich white guy is over here telling people what is and is not of consequence in their life.
Did I tell anyone what they can or can't say? That's what I thought. But I get it...feelings.
When someone has plenty of food, has shelter, clothes, a cell phone, internet, rubbers, and no actual threat to their existence, but they need to have a "cause", they invent things to be outraged about. So take down the statues and whatever, that's fine, but after the statues are down and the Indian mascot names are gone and we all finish patting ourselves on the back, that individual who is getting killed in Chicago or the Indian who is still stuck in poverty are still there. But at least whitey feels better for a while.
This past week leads me to believe we? have solved all of the important issues facing our? society and all that's left is to make a massive deal out of stuff that has no real consequnce on anyones every day life.
This is actually perfect. Just remember anyone that's sick of pc culture trying to tell you what you can and can't say, old rich white guy is over here telling people what is and is not of consequence in their life.
Did I tell anyone what they can or can't say? That's what I thought. But I get it...feelings.
I pulled it off once again at the grocery store again today.
I go up by the checker while my wife unloads the basket. The checker takes a bottle of pop and asks me if that's all. I say no. She looks confused then looks at my wife and ooops! Ouch!
Then the bagger comes up and starts putting all the shit in bags and asks me if I am going to carry it all in my arms. I say I have a cart. He looks confused then looks at my wife by the cart and ooops! Ouch!
I'm laughing about it as we leave because it happens all the time.
I pulled it off once again at the grocery store again today.
I go up by the checker while my wife unloads the basket. The checker takes a bottle of pop and asks me if that's all. I say no. She looks confused then looks at my wife and ooops! Ouch!
Then the bagger comes up and starts putting all the shit in bags and asks me if I am going to carry it all in my arms. I say I have a cart. He looks confused then looks at my wife by the cart and ooops! Ouch!
I'm laughing about it as we leave because it happens all the time.
So no, Damone, we have a long way to go.
Lol. And then you went home with your wife and all the food, some Bombay,and packed a fresh bowl. And thought "Last laugh bitches."
I pulled it off once again at the grocery store again today.
I go up by the checker while my wife unloads the basket. The checker takes a bottle of pop and asks me if that's all. I say no. She looks confused then looks at my wife and ooops! Ouch!
Then the bagger comes up and starts putting all the shit in bags and asks me if I am going to carry it all in my arms. I say I have a cart. He looks confused then looks at my wife by the cart and ooops! Ouch!
I'm laughing about it as we leave because it happens all the time.
So no, Damone, we have a long way to go.
Bottle of pop? Is the jukebox playing "Mr. Sandman" where you live?
I pulled it off once again at the grocery store again today.
I go up by the checker while my wife unloads the basket. The checker takes a bottle of pop and asks me if that's all. I say no. She looks confused then looks at my wife and ooops! Ouch!
Then the bagger comes up and starts putting all the shit in bags and asks me if I am going to carry it all in my arms. I say I have a cart. He looks confused then looks at my wife by the cart and ooops! Ouch!
I'm laughing about it as we leave because it happens all the time.
So no, Damone, we have a long way to go.
Bottle of pop? Is the jukebox playing "Mr. Sandman" where you live?
I pulled it off once again at the grocery store again today.
I go up by the checker while my wife unloads the basket. The checker takes a bottle of pop and asks me if that's all. I say no. She looks confused then looks at my wife and ooops! Ouch!
Then the bagger comes up and starts putting all the shit in bags and asks me if I am going to carry it all in my arms. I say I have a cart. He looks confused then looks at my wife by the cart and ooops! Ouch!
I'm laughing about it as we leave because it happens all the time.
I pulled it off once again at the grocery store again today.
I go up by the checker while my wife unloads the basket. The checker takes a bottle of pop and asks me if that's all. I say no. She looks confused then looks at my wife and ooops! Ouch!
Then the bagger comes up and starts putting all the shit in bags and asks me if I am going to carry it all in my arms. I say I have a cart. He looks confused then looks at my wife by the cart and ooops! Ouch!
I'm laughing about it as we leave because it happens all the time.
So no, Damone, we have a long way to go.
Bottle of pop? Is the jukebox playing "Mr. Sandman" where you live?
Suck it, Cali fan boi. @RaceBannon respects his roots.
I pulled it off once again at the grocery store again today.
I go up by the checker while my wife unloads the basket. The checker takes a bottle of pop and asks me if that's all. I say no. She looks confused then looks at my wife and ooops! Ouch!
Then the bagger comes up and starts putting all the shit in bags and asks me if I am going to carry it all in my arms. I say I have a cart. He looks confused then looks at my wife by the cart and ooops! Ouch!
I'm laughing about it as we leave because it happens all the time.
So no, Damone, we have a long way to go.
Bottle of pop? Is the jukebox playing "Mr. Sandman" where you live?
Suck it, Cali fan boi. @RaceBannon respects his roots.
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When someone has plenty of food, has shelter, clothes, a cell phone, internet, rubbers, and no actual threat to their existence, but they need to have a "cause", they invent things to be outraged about. So take down the statues and whatever, that's fine, but after the statues are down and the Indian mascot names are gone and we all finish patting ourselves on the back, that individual who is getting killed in Chicago or the Indian who is still stuck in poverty are still there. But at least whitey feels better for a while.
I go up by the checker while my wife unloads the basket. The checker takes a bottle of pop and asks me if that's all. I say no. She looks confused then looks at my wife and ooops! Ouch!
Then the bagger comes up and starts putting all the shit in bags and asks me if I am going to carry it all in my arms. I say I have a cart. He looks confused then looks at my wife by the cart and ooops! Ouch!
I'm laughing about it as we leave because it happens all the time.
So no, Damone, we have a long way to go.
"Oops" is the response.