Because no one has the sack to put a stop to it.
Trump is out for blood this term, and even the slightest hint of dissention will get you fired and dragged through the razors.

Other than pandering, notice how quiet the GOP has been lately.

Block X Elon.

“Seen”.
Holy fuck, “seen”.

I honestly think that using this word incorrectly has gotten worse over the last few years. Hearing someone say, “yeah, I seen her yesterday” just makes me want to punch the wall.

At least X is for xylophone.

Because X is always for xylophone.

Or do this and save a few bucks.
One day out of the blue, I received a text message, “Dude… I just received my 13lb block of cheese!!”

No idea who sent it. Wasn’t even an area code I recognized. But 10 years later, my wife and I still reference it. That one text has taken top-tier residence in my brain, and the person who sent it didn’t need to go to the store to buy watermelons or go out at night making deliveries.

That’s at least better than his wife. She laughs and points.

“Aaawww the motherfuckin’ bootleg fireworks shit!”

Am I alone in saying that the phrase “raw dogged” needs to die?

Someone hit the spiked eggnog a bit too hard.

Almond udders may be smaller, but they’re still udders.

Translation

But, never turn your back on an angus cow.

Oh I do. I have quite a few Spotify playlists, including one that contains every track from every album I’ve ever owned, with a few hundred single tracks thrown in.
It’s about 10k tracks in total, played on shuffle, and I still surf.
“Nope, not in the mood… Nope… Next… Come on, give me something good… Nope… Ah, finally.”

You wouldn’t want to ride with me, then.
I generally don’t secure the seatbelt until I’m moving forward. Not sure why, but I’ve always done it.

I’ll mess with the rearview mirror often, as my position in the seat may shift, and I can’t stand it when the view in the mirror isn’t centered.

As for the radio… I channel surf like mad. 40 presets and I’ll scan through them all before deciding on something that I never stay on very long. My wife can, not, stand it. lol But, the radio controls are on the steering wheel, so doing so isn’t a distraction.

In the past, when I drove any of my vehicles that had a manual transmission, I had a habit of rattling the gearshift at stoplights. People who rode with me didn’t like that either.

The rose-colored glasses you’re wearing must have really thick lenses.
Anyone who thinks that this one act will change anything is out of their minds.

Giant corporations exist to make money to satisfy the shareholders and pay those at the top exorbitant paychecks. They don’t give the first flying fuck about their employees or customers, and this one act isn’t going to change a damn thing.

We all wish it will, but I’m sorry to say, but it won’t.

Because I wouldn’t want people to kill me after the 24 hours is over… I would go with the Pink Floyd album, Meddle, mostly for Echoes (six tracks). Then the Jean-Michel Jarre album, Oxygène (another six). Then some good trip-hop tracks for something to move to.
Maybe Supreme Beings of Leisure, Ghetto. Moloko, Fun for Me. Morcheeba, Blood Like Lemonade.

Father rapers!

It’s been discussed here much better than I could, but I concur with, you pretty much can’t.

The slightest change would cause ripple effects that would affect almost everything.

Everyone always gravitates to the big names… Hitler, Trump, Elmo… But even the most possible mundane person, such as an Inuit baby born to parents in the remotest part of the Arctic 200 years ago, would be enough to cause changes that could easily keep you from being born.

Let me guess… He fell onto all of his chef knives at once?

You never forget your first.