Last night I took my daughter for a walk so she could say goodnight to the neighborhood stray cats, and that one thirty minute period of my life was more meaningful and valuable than every minute of Kevin O'Leary's life put together
God works in mysterious ways. Like if you spend decades hoarding wealth and destroying the housing market then one day you have to hear your adult son cumming.
restricting your imagination really takes the fun out of it, man. if a filmmaker wants to use their creative liberty to shrink you and the camera down inside the mask giving us a perspective from a space that doesn't even exist, i'm all for it.
crazy how it never occurred to any of these dopes that Trump’s options in 2024 were being the president again or going to prison, so he just promised whatever people wanted to hear bc his life was on the line based on the outcome
I think it is deeply concerning that the group of people building the technology that is supposed to reshape humanity don't actually care about what it means to be human.
The year is 2042. As water shortages ravage the planet, Senator Jake Paul unveils a new proposal to mitigate extreme thirst: Subsidies for Prime sports drink for households that subscribe to his YouTube channel.
at my desk silently saying “what the hell are you even talking about” every time i receive an email. even if it’s an email i understand and was expecting