I feel like if there was a table of like.. I don't know.. 300 of the most important people I could stand on top of it like a stage, and fix all the world's problems of the dome.
I'll settle for muh class C Franklin prosperity PPP entitlements.
For trojan horses.
Those are coal, mam.
The battery must be dead in the aerosol dispenser in my ceiling fan. I wonder if one who was dumb enough to use the same sound a gas station bathroom uses was dim enough to allow any finger prints on the device?
Either way, I enjoy this dojo. Shame or not, it's fun.
This was the ending Trump thought he would get, but the DoD said, (paraphrase) "Chad, don't accept any job with TVA, spaceport or any other government position until you get paid unless you wish to abandon your assets."
BTW she's hired as soon as I get paid.