Indistinguishable from parody
Haven’t kept up with it, but that’s a good point- gotta protect the Jewish princess
From the Japanese series “The Woman Who Knew Too Much,” which was produced in 2023.
The internet is retarded.
Also- if she was murdered, wouldn’t it have made sense to do it before she testified in court years ago? They don’t usually bother years after the beans are already spilled.
Almost done with a 40-day parasite detox (from Global Healing if you’re interested).
My main issue was brain parasites. First week was dealing with explosive anger on a scale I’ve never encountered in my life as they fought back by aggressively replicating. By week 3, I felt a relaxed calm that I’ve never experienced in my adult life.
A proper parasite cleanse will have you questioning your understanding of free will. Avoid the clownish 3-5 day protocols— those will only [maybe] get the lowest hanging fruit.
If you don’t sweat easily and/or work in manufacturing environments, you may need to open your lymph system and/or detox heavy metals prior for a parasite detox to be effective (except GI tract parasites- those are relatively simple to get rid of).
Dang. So they became actual terrorists…
Where’s the IRA gone off to lately?
OP is an absolute fucking clown.
He also tweets at all hours of the day & night. That alone would derail anyone without multiple companies to run from accomplishing their daily to-do lists. 0% chance he’s anything but a front.
Typical medical industry malfeasance
New Melinda looks like Kevin Kline in drag.
Edit: Kline not Cline
On the internet, absolutely. People want to feel smart, and that gets blown to shit when you point out they’re arguing with lines of code and they need a helmet.
I still see people driving alone wearing masks to this day- though admittedly nowhere near the numbers we see bots on the internet (by design, of course)
Did Ventura lose his marbles before or after the shot rollout? I can’t remember when I started thinking “wtf?” whenever his name showed up in headlines
America's wine mom
Were you angry-drunk posting? Pointing out the solution isn’t pointless.
Protesting the bullshit is the only way change will happen- and the protests have to come from the players directly.
As long as they continue to play the game with males, they reinforce the validity of allowing males to play with them.
When someone derives pleasure from the misery of others, that person cultivates a miserable life for themselves. You’re a transparently miserable person.
Since misery loves company, I’ll leave you to it and pray for you from a distance.
You sound like you’ve never felt the touch of a woman.
How lonely & miserable is your existence?
Dude needs a pipe wrench adjustment between his eyes
Jessica Day-Weaver murdered her own child at the altar of pharmacology.
Israel already selected Trump. Won’t be anyone else unless they pull off a successful assassination
That was easily the most retarded paragraph I’ve read all month. The qoomers are off the rails and over the cliff.
Maybe, just maybe, we don't take pleasure in being right about certain things- and once reasonable evidence has been established, we find it unproductive to continue beating the dead horse.
This subreddit seems to be at least somewhat active though: https://www.reddit.com/r/HermanCainDebate/
and unlike /r/HermanCainAward, it's not a sub about laughing about those on the other side of the aisle.
I was young- maybe 5 or 6 years old. Visiting my great-great uncle (he was pushing 100 at the time) in his retirement community. Parents were checking our family in at the front desk, and I see an old lady in a blue track suit sprint across the lobby and vanish. Being so young, I was confused about what I saw and didn’t mention it to anyone.
After checking in, we go up to my GG uncle’s apartment, and he tells us that one of his friends in the community had passed just the day prior. She was a lady who used to be an avid runner, but would still power walk the halls on a regular basis wearing a blue track suit.
Little me got crazy goosebumps in that moment. Still didn’t tell anyone what I’d seen— somehow knowing it wouldn’t have been well received.