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"Closing time. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here."
Well..... I kinda always knew this day would come, and it sure has. It's been a hell of a ride, but it's time to for it end. Ti...
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Happy Hump Day bitches! So......stripper songs. Hey, they're a stable of the foundation that makes a man a man. God love dat ass....
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It's Taco Tuesday y'all!!!!! I'm sure you've heard the expression "Taco Tuesday" before on the Internet, and if...
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Welcome to another edition of So, Who Would Win? where I pit characters and/or teams of characters be it heroes or villains, against each...
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Well off hand dale I can think off 6 million reasons why there’s nothing to “love” here. But that wouldn’t also include the survivors. Survivors like my mother who passed away exactly 1 year ago as of next month. I’ve had quite a lot of her affairs to settle since then but in the course of that I’ve learned some pretty crazy shit that’s worthy of a movie script. Did you know that even some 20 years after WW2 when European governments started announcing reparations for Holocaust survivors did you know most of them didn’t even come forward? They actually thought hitler was some how still alive and that the repetitions programs were just a rouse to get them to come out of the shadows. A person never truly recovers from that kind of psychological trauma it stays with them and impacts thier life till the day they die much like with pts when it comes to war veterans. There’s just nothing funny about especially when you see it happening right in front of you. Can you imagine what it must have been like for a 5 year old to have to walk for several kilometers in the middle of the winter and passing countless bloated and rotting bodies along the side of the roads? It’s a smell you never fully get out of your nostrils according to my mother. We all are guilty at one time or another to get some kind of perverse pleasure out of something truly tasteless but showcasing it with praise on social media is another matter entirely. Some real questionable judgment here on your part dale I’m very disappointed.
So.....I take it you didn't care for that one then.
Hey, no intention on my part as an insult to anyone in particular. Sorry it offended you.
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