Previously thefartographer@lemm.ee
Sis. (1970, January 1). Trust me (inb4_FoundTheVegan, Interviewer) [Interview]. In Lemmy.World. “No cap, fam.”
The more time that I’ve spent talking to c-level suite occupants, the more that I’ve realized that they’re the grown up version of that kid in high school who attended the same Cutco Knives presentation as you, and then immediately signed up because their parents were paying for the knives so that they’d “have a job.”
This is how those morons think that they started at the bottom. They sat in the same presentation as the rest of us poors, but were rich enough to afford the scam. By the time they’ve inherited the same cash cow that their parents live off of, they’ve finished convincing themselves that they earned the reigns because of the years they spent looking busy while actually financially fucking over their parents by making them throw money at scam after scam.
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Whoa, that’s pretty sick
I’m pretty sure I’ve seen some systems with stereoscopic cameras or Kinect-like laser grids
I thought that the frog sings and dances, but only when the talent agent isn’t looking
two stolen trailers carrying $1.3 million in data center supplies
What were these, trailers for ants!?
Oh my God… My neighbors live in some dwellings!
Hard to vote when people are using your sternum to manually pump oxygen to your brain.
Something something sense of accomplishment…
I’ll have the duck and a cab
That could be pretty effective, but nothing beats manual CPR. At a certain point, someone’s hands are going to collapse into a pile of bone dust.
I hope he survives. I hope he continues to live a long, long time. I hope this happens to him frequently during that time.
Teddy Roosevelt’s wax figure starts hitting on a still-groggy Pocahontas