It was pretty sad.

A piece of creative writing presented at the WEF and baldly stating the goal of agenda 2030.

STRAP ONE ON, IT’S TIME TO JAM!

Oh god.

Mine are:

• Livingroom
• Basement
• Bedroom

Sell it yourself then.

What’s that? Oh shit, can they hear us? Turn it off, TURN IT OFF!

Single thoughts are complete within themselves, right?

I’d put my favorite song in everyone’s head full blast.

The middle class, during my lifetime, used to mean one income supported a family of four.

Now, even DINKs struggle.

Your username and server combo plus this comment.

I’m not looking at your account because there is no way you can live up to what just happened in my brain.

To Americans, biscuits are bread leavened with baking soda or baking powder.

That’s it. Bread.

If someone is giving you greasy roux with bits of meat in it, they don’t like you.

Good biscuits and gravy will make you smack your mama for lying to you about what a good breakfast is.

All 911 of them.

Old Style and Portillo’s

It’s a point of pride for republicans to vote against the working class.