Doesn't the fact that she's my mother directly contradict this statement?
Never spawns children
We've been meaning to talk to you about this, Stanley. You're adopted.
Wow, disowned by someone with cancer.
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Has anyone heard about this Rolling Stone Article about the use of psy-ops to manipulate Senators into providing more funding for the war in Afghanistan.
I find it shocking, but not surprising.
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I'm amazed they felt psy-ops was even necessary to get the Senators to do their bidding.
Don't forget that she has a robust, scalable backend.
And can handle front end triggering devices.
Using "psychological tactics to influence emotions and behaviors"? Isn't that, like, 95% of all interactions among humans?
Funky fun time doesn't survive rounding.
Procedural liberalism fails again.
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***NY Times Magazine Terminal Wankery Early Warning System Alert***
An 8-page Matt Bai blowjob profile of Chris Christie has been detected.
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Also, Spike's mother is obligatory.
Stormcrow's mother has a rack-mounted UPS backup.
17: And that's following this insecure love letter by a couple of other "reporters" from a few days ago. Oh, Mr. Christie, we love you so. Don't let us down!
And then there's this AP wire "report": "Mr. Christie, you look great! Have you been working out?"
Meanwhile, the first time I saw a picture of him, I was amazed that of all the conservative purported stars, he seems to best embody the visual stereotype of the fat cat politician.
I should probably be paying more attention to the details of NJ politics.
I have no opinion of Chris Christie other than that he should [redacted] at his earliest convenience. Can you imagine? The bravest possible gesture in protest of the oppressive welfare state!
This Chris Christie phenomenon is maddening. There was an ENTIRE THIS AMERICAN LIFE EPISODE about what an asshole he is, like five years ago.
He's different now, Ned: slimmer, more robust, all business. (Call me, Mr. Sulzberger!)
N.B. I am using hyperbole to express my pointed dislike of a public figure. I do not actually wish Chris Christie harm.
N.B. I am using hyperbole to express my pointed dislike of a public figure. I do not actually wish Chris Christie harm.
I do not actually wish Chris Christie harm.
Coward. You lack the courage of your convictions. You, sir, are no Chris Christie.
For all I know, you're not even half a Chris Christie.
Here. All. Week.
I lack the porridge of my protractions.
17, 20: At a recent gathering of Republican governors, Christie attracted a throng of supporters and journalists as he strode through the halls of the Hilton San Diego Bayfront Hotel like Bono at Davos.
A snippet to help people build up their immune system.
And while piling on The Times, I love *this* fucking trainwreck: "In Columbus, Conflicted Emotions on Unions". "Fact free anecdotal reporting that primarily amplifies right-wing narratives is turning the woman-in-the-Dollar Store against unions. Let us show you how!"
I fancy the umbrage of your retractions.
Here in the penumbra of his factions.
31: Dolores, who the author found working in "a crazy quilt of strip malls" disagrees.
33: Don't be put off by the poundage of his redactions.
You know how you know your society is fucked on health care? When one of your kids calls you about their fairly benign but not "absolutely in the clear" test results for a not uncommon--but potentially serious--medical condition, and you find yourself thinking about "preexisting condition" as much the implications for their actual health. Of course, that could just be me, but in my experience with friends and family, "first deniable preexisting condition" is as much a rite of passage as christening, first words, graduation or what-have-you.
And on that cheery note; off to bed!
Apparently Christie is openly distancing himself from Walker. Still a shit, but a shit who realy, REALLY wants the nomination in 2016.
Your mother scales, horizontally.
Your mother accepts blobs, and longs as well as ints.
Your mother peers at all IXen. Promiscuously.
Your mother can handle arbitrarily large, concurrent INSERTs.
he strode through the halls of the Hilton San Diego Bayfront Hotel like Bono at Davos.
Sonny Bono? Didn't he die in a skiing accident? But it was in California, not Switzerland? Is this some kind of tragic foreshadowing? I sure hope so.
#20. I offer this more in sorrow than in anger.
Your mother took a 16 gigabyte core dump.
I'd love to make a joke here, but this is all entirely over my head. God, you guys are smart.
Your mom is...uhhh...your mom is, umm...she's like... like a computer! Yeah, like a computer! Because she can add numbers really fast! And play Tetris! HA HA HA HA!
Hey look, mom! I'm hanging out with the guys at Unfogged! This is THE BEST!
If your mama were a data structure, she'd be a deque, because she accepts rapid insertions at both ends.
