stupidcasey

Well by that logic we should always choose the weakest possible government, that's small state talk, sounds kinda red to me.

I want it in green.

I once got my blue and purple lightsabers mixed up and accidentally struck them all down not just the men but the woman and children and motherfuckers too.

It always makes me want a beer and that pairs perfectly with a couple of cold ones before I settle down with a nice six pack before I pass out for the night.

I thought this was going to a much much darker less funny place.

Fun fact nearly 50% of Americans support Kamala Harris more than trump.

Honestly it's better this way, I know some find the Simi-incestuousnes unbecoming but it was really hard to find a bee, a flower and a stork that all three wanted to sleep with.

Replace Call with Zoom meeting.

Maybe It's her and all women's Dark Inner psyche trying to get out and expose the inner psychopath but talking about it openly is triggering her natural instinct to repress it.

Try being a complete and total psycho, her inner demons should respond well to that, if she doesn't like it that's just her trying to repress it you have to really make her believe you are a psychopath woman love that.

Corruption, Mexico is practically ran by the Gangs, and America won't give up there Guns to save school children let alone a foreign nation pumping drugs across it's boarders, no matter your opinion this reaction to the US is because the cartels are pushing for it. The cartels might as well be a separate branch of the Mexican Government.

As I wander through the desolate wastes of this once-great land, surrounded by the ruins of structures grand enough to have been constructed by the gods themselves, I am constantly haunted by the glare of the despot responsible for it all. His gaze stares down upon me as though reaching inside my soul to condemn my rebellious heart.

Despite the untold lives he has ruined, my conditioning is so strong that I am compelled to drop to my knees and shout, "Oh, Mighty One! You will never give us up, you will never let me down, you will never hurt me."

But as I stand in the middle of a desert with nobody to hear my cries, I know deep down that he has indeed let me down. Still, the conditioning is too strong. We are strangers to love, and you know the rules—so do I. I wouldn’t get this from any other guy. The cult would never accept me back if I were to renounce my faith.

With all that in mind, I wander into the desert, knowing there’s no water for miles, promising I’m never gonna run around.

I don't think I can think of anything less interesting than a grade school pseudo-paradox.