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One Big Beautiful Bill? More Like One Big Bloody Oversized Stich-Up, Bruv
For what I don't know. I just gave you an example .... he's claiming the "masters of mankind" want "all for ourselves, and nothing for other people". This is fear-mongering and a false caricature of the elites. Many people in the US actually are self-made millionaires. And many people can earn good wages if they apply themselves. The elites do keep the lion's share for themselves, true. It's been that way since the beginning of time. But it doesn't mean there's no hope to have a decent life for anyone else. -
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Help identifying Pills
The colored ones reminded me of Librium, for alcohol withdrawal , anxiety states, etc, but doesn’t match your symptoms -
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How to tell if you're dealing with a MAGA folk?
Another day out and about in San Diego not a red cap wearing maggot to be seen…..hummm??? -
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Rupert's Street Meat and More Existential Panic
So Rupert’s tryin’ to be all “when in Rome” after readin’ one of them travel blogs written by some Chelsea bird who says eatin’ street food is the “soul of Thailand.” Next thing I know, he’s draggin’ me down some back-alley fresh market near the edge of the old city with an action cam strapped to his forehead like he’s doin’ a bloody Vice documentary. He starts pointin’ at every stall like a toddler at a petting zoo, askin’ the locals what’s this and what’s that. Comes across this geezer grillin’ skewers of what looks like small chicken chunks but slightly more… sinewy, then sees him dipping it in a thick, shiny red/orange sauce. Rupert’s eyes light up like he’s discovered the lost city of Atlantis. No questions asked. “That one,” he says, “looks rustic.” Sign says “Noo Nah,” but I don’t intervene. Rupert seems determined, and who am I to be a bit of a mood-hoover when he wants to go full native. Bloke hands it over with a grin and a thumbs-up. Rupe takes a massive bite, chews it up with vigor, swallows, sucks in a second piece and goes, “Hmm, bit earthy, smells and tastes kind of like duck crossed with leather.” Then asks the vendor what it is. The man shows him a picture on his phone of a rat with a smile on so wide you’d think he’d just heard the best joke about Farage and milkshakes ever. Randy Rupe goes pale. Starts swayin’ like he’s about to faint into a basket of fermented fish. I'm thinking he's going to start blowing chunks. Then he whispers “Lewie, did I just eat Remy from Ratatouille?” I tell him, “Nah mate, Remy wore a little chef hat and apron. This one probably chewed through a proper power cable behind a 7-Eleven, got Darwinized, and died an honourable death.” Later, the lad reckons he'd spend an hour garglin’ Listerine and Googlin’ if rats can give you rabies through digestion. But before we left the market, vendor tries to upsell him on deep-fried frog legs as a palate cleanser. Rupert tells him he’s full. My mate's goin’ full vegetarian now. Won’t even touch a ham toasty or a pizza with a bit of proper sausage on it. By the end of it all, he’s then posted inside a Boots chemist askin’ if activated charcoal can scrub food regret out your anoose. -
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Community Villagers Demand Action After Foreigner’s Pit Bulls Maul Dog to Death
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Community Villagers Demand Action After Foreigner’s Pit Bulls Maul Dog to Death
Time to pull out the rat poison. And when the poison has done it’s job then put the dogs down.
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