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Let’s work together to solve the problems of plastics and garbage destroying the oceans and marine life, now “Get to Work Hippies!”
No. You used my idea to create that AI you need to pay for that and they are doing the thing I'm accusing them of doing and that is why people are murdering your kids. You're being obtuse. Shut down all of the counter-narrative shills. You get your slimy wap faggot looking as over here... And give me my pound of flesh.
Hym "Rescind order and get back to work? I'm already working! I'm actually the highest earning person on the planet."
A retard "He's trying to kill our kids! He's trying to kill them!"
Hym "I don't have to try to kill your kids. Parents do it on accident all the time it's actually super easy to kill them AND JUSTIFY KILLING THEM! Because you're shit! You (collectively) are shit. Your kids suck and are retarded. And your fuck your own kids all the time. And kill them. Turd babies. Fucking shit turd retard children. I just want the same rights as parents. Have YOU have threatened to kill your own kids? You've... Never ever done that? 'MY mom is going to kill me if I...' I'm sure I've heard people say that. Equal rights! Better than a breeder!"
What one yells out loud to ones self and to others in their car in the morning hours between 6:30 a.m. and 9 a.m. when going to play golf on a weekday morning with friends while everyone else on the road is trying to get to work, worried about being late to their job in the heavy stand still traffic in the greater Los Angeles area, because of the greater than average number of people who moves to Los Angeles because the weather is so great and can't afford to take a day off due to high real estate prices. You and your friends on the other hand could care less about the traffic because you are on your way to play golf and want everyone else to burn in it by exclaiming this.
"Hey So in SO I just got a new $500.00 driver and a new set of irons, and Oh check out that poor bastard cursing the traffic on the 405 south who probably has another 30 miles to drive before he gets to his job," Oh well, "Welcome to LA now get the fuck to work!" HA ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."
A)
The Crud that collects under the keys in a keyboard. Usually more severe in the keyboards of programmers and webmasters as they tend to spend a lot of time at the the computer and thus eat at their desk. Mainly affecting IBM Model M (clicly) style boards.
B)
Can also be used to gross out Non-Techie people
A)
Bill: want to go to the club?
Bob: No, I've got to clean out my board chow, keys are starting to stick.
B)
Bill: Want to go out to get a bite?
Bob: No, i am just going to have some of my board chow/
Bill: Whats' that?
Bob: The food scraps that collect in my keyboard; Want some?
Bill: *GAG* *HURL* *GAG*