Using my “death ray 9000” on you is not an act of war
I don’t think it’s eye shadow. I think his eyelids are super folded over, like some kind of excess eye foreskin
So if 9/11 had just targeted the pentagon and the white house, it would have been fine, right?
isnt it fucked up how all of america’s propaganda is 100% reliant on taking advantage of how uninformed americans are?
their nuclear ENERGY program. iran has a nuclear ENERGY program, not a nuclear weapons program. your average person doesn’t know the difference and these ‘people’ bank on that
We’re not at war with Iran, we’re merely bombing critical energy infrastructure with some of the largest conventional bombs ever made… Can’t you tell the difference?
Um, technically we’re not at war because the president can only do what he wants for up to 100 days and THEN he needs to get congressional approval
-my stepdad
“Hey stepdad just letting you know I’ve made a policy change, if I punch you in the dick as hard as I can you have to wait one calendar week before you can call it a fistfight and punch back”
Fuck, we’re using the “And, you know, there is no such thing as society. There are individual men and women, and there are families.” logic for wars now, huh?
It’s not a war it’s an unprovoked special military operation, which we’ve now decided is good actually
Unprovoked
The rules-based international order strikes again!
😌
I’m not punching you, I’m merely punching your face. Totally different!
The cushions are soft and lush, while the couch itself is filled with hard and painful materials; the cushions lack wood and the splinters that accompany it. The couch still exists without the plush nature of the cushions, and the cushions exist without the stiff and rigid nature of the couch’s structure. But this rigidness is required for the full pleasure of the cushions to be realized. The cushions alone are not enough for the boundless pleasure that fucking them brings. The couch is not only a philosophical necessity, but a material one as well.
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