Remember, you always should read Trump’s posts in a voice of a drunk Limerick aunt.
Remember, you always should read Trump’s posts in a voice of a drunk Limerick aunt.
Тримайся друже, поховали тих, переживемо і цих.
Better reader, PDFs with reflow.
Please pass it forward: all Kindles can now be jailbroken
Is OP sour because the message was unsent before they agreed? Or tearing sexual innuendos towards minors are a pretty mild thing in Romania?
The four horseshits of Apocalypse.
Unga unga ugh baah baaah
Optimists learn English
Pessimists learn Chinese
Realists learn AK-47
Reading “anti crab” propaganda made me think extra.
I think the curious aspect of this is that business is absolutely aware, and acknowledges existence of the climate change.
Wrong CEO was cancelled.
His vaporware time after time raises billions without any viable output.
In a meanwhile, there are legit businesses which struggle financially because the market ‘doesn’t believe’ in them.
Free market will solve it, my ass
You didn’t need to direct me anywhere to accept that you made a clear factual mistake.
You are factually incorrect in the very first statement. “Gulag” means “главное управление исправительно-трудовых лагерей” and is a name of a state agency directly operating a network of concentration/forced labor camps. Each of the camps had their name, control and command structures and operated under direct oversight of some best Stalin’s chaps.
Also, it wasn’t just ‘prison’. Each of them was a concentration camp for politically it otherwise unsound elements, that provided Stalin with supply of free slave labor.
The way of Zen.
Funny to see that people struggle to do what they do every second of their existence, without any intent, effort and often - without realization.
Easy, no problems at all. English articles are what breaks my head.
Have the attitude of the tree: purposelessly growing, in which there are no shortcuts because every stage of the way is both beginning and ending
Alan Watts
There’s an old Soviet joke: A man goes to a newspaper stand every day, buys a copy of Pravda, glances at the front cover, curses, and throws it away. After a few weeks of this the seller just has to ask what’s going on: “why do you always look at the cover but never inside?” “I’m looking for an obituary.” “An obituary? But those are in the back!” “Oh no, the obituary I’m looking for will be on the front page.”