And once again he completely misses (or refuses to acknowledge) the point of the game. It's not what you own, you sack of doorknobs. It's what's closest to your left. For example, my item is one of those salt lamps. Which is heavy enough that I could probably deal some serious BFT damage. That's how you play. Not by boasting about your toy collection lost in the festering cesspool that is your lair.
It's the same thing as when he answers questions with the most simplistic, least descriptive, and indifferent responses possible. He does these games meant to share more about yourself and counter-intuitively refuses to act approachable or relatable in any capacity.
He pretty much outright stated at one point that he plans on dying early so he can spend his entire life mooching off his mother. Rate me MOTI, but that's one of the many reasons it's so hard not to a-log him. I can't comprehend the idea of preferring to die at 40-something, surrounded by children's toys, high end electronics, and empty family size bottles of ketchup/2 liters of soda in your mother's attic over ever having to contribute to society in any way.
It was another one of his usual empty suicide threats fashioned to elicit much pity, lots of asspats, and heaps of cash being tossed at him. You shouldn't take it seriously since tard chungus is clearly afraid of actually dying.
There was an ice storm yesterday-- how would $65 fix power outages and WiFi outages due to ice, snow and wind?
This is correct, Mr. Rogers not only taught core Christian tenets in his shows, he semi regularly visited the Sixth Presbyterian Church in Pittsburgh and is an ordained minister. He visited a lot of churches though, studying deep into other cultures like Judaism, Buddhism, Mysticism, etc.
It's because he uses voice to text and is missing teeth. He doesn't bother proofreading his tweets and just sends as is.
He's a published writer, he don't need no stinkin' proof reading software to do the thinkin'.
Yeah, you think you're protected until you see my arsenal.
Jesus christ, there's something extra creepy about those muscly-armed wings. It makes me feel uneasy looking at it. Goddamn Louis, you should be ashamed.
Should he be more ashamed of the grifting or of his favorites on FA?
Maybe if he ate a salad once in a while he wouldn't be a 500lb diabetic. Then again he probably thinks ketchup and spaghetti sauce count as vegetables because they're made of tomatoes.
With the exception of vehicle operation, everything that you specified can be handled with a state ID or a passport. There's not a need for a driver's license, but bragging about how you don't have one, and never learned to drive, at almost 40 is completely asinine.
