What a fucking fat fuck fucker. Governor Chris Christie: my sincerest hope is that you die writhing in pain. The sooner, the better. Let's toss in a bunch of politicians, just for good measure. Nothing like a good start.
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I can't believe she left out pearl necklaces. Let me rectify that.
If you want me to serve on a jury, I expect to get paid at least as much as the average hourly rate of the attorneys working the case, or $250/hr, whichever is greater.
Andy Jackson Airpark is near and dear to this heart, being the second high altitude flight I did after my basic training back in around '97.
Just another joke, folks. Relax. Not my fault if, as with most good jokes, there's a grain of a ring of truth.
And get this: if you live in a community property state, they can even go after your spouse or registered domestic partner's assets, even if they had zero to do with the debt. Indeed, even if they had not one single clue about it.
"I fully support Gay Marriage. They have every right to be as miserable as we are." --
I did, and I did, after searching around a bit. I picked this recipe; because everything is better in fixed-width font. Sometimes, you just can't improve on that which is sufficient.
Well, I guess there's at least one thing to celebrate as concerns "the labor movement" in the United States. And one thing to bemoan. Both shown in the following graph, and I'll leave it for you to determine which is which.
Fuck Trader Joe's, and for that matter, that pissant fake libertarian vegan mess John Mackey, who runs Whole Foods.