I’m writing a story where children are immediately under a birth debt once they are born and its an entire generations dream to get out from under that debt.

Because blue LEDs are a MIRACLE, dammit!

Won’t anyone think of the gun owners that have social anxiety that can’t bear to look the guy at the gun shop in the eye and don’t have the time to wait for an online order because IVE GOT TO DO IT TONIGHT IF I DON’T DO IT TONIGHT ITS NEVER GONNA HAPPEN

/s

If my parents had bought a car I thought was cool back in the 90s it would have been Sgt. Slaughters Warthog from GI Joe or a Dodge Viper.

My theory is that they will institute a tax on old products so that buying new items is the same or cheaper than buying new.

I knew Grimace wasn’t too be trusted.

‘McDonald’s has the biggest fries, the best fries. I helped them put the fries in the box, yes, me. McDonald’s has been with me every step of the way, even when all the wrong lesbians were being mean to me… Like, comment and vote if you want to see more of this wholesome Christian content… Elon here… Elon brought his own ketchup… It has bananas in it… I don’t know about that… Bananas in the ketchup… But he knows what he’s doing… And I trust his banana ketchup… I’m not going to eat it… The banana ketchup… But I trust him and his cars.’

This whole campaign seems to want to make having cheap fast food on private jets a thing. Maybe they think this humanizes them to Joe Blue-collar? Maybe one of them has terrible taste and the others just want to ironically be part of the club?

I don’t care what kind of reptilian lizard wizard is in charge of the galley on that plane, there’s no way you are breathing life back into McDs after schlepping that all the way from the frier to the tarmac.