It’s like when you stop hanging out with your girlfriend in hopes she breaks up with you. Technically you didn’t break up with her.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
It’s like when you stop hanging out with your girlfriend in hopes she breaks up with you. Technically you didn’t break up with her.
Now THIS is pod racing.
Let’s hear it.
“Unprecedented” and “Slammed”
I read those two words in any article and I’m immediately second guessing my will to read more.
Cancer rope-a-doping us with robots and AI.
Kill me snoo snoo bot.
It’s like they want to go out of business
It’s the only way I can finish.
Nah, I’m good. I already had a rat burger.
They destroyed Fitbit. It was just to kill competitors. I’ve had so many issues with Google hardware it’s insane.