It's always nice to be reminded that death still comes one to a customer, and that even the rich and powerful will one day just be another stinking corpse one day, same as the rest of us.

I literally forgot that she existed until now. Can somebody please shove her back inside whatever hole she's been living inside until now? I want to forget that she existed again.

He hates the troops and values no lives but his own and those that he can use to further enable his malignant narcissism and further energy himself. They're not even pieces on a game board to him, because games have rules that he'd have to play by. They're action figures that he can smash with a hammer and light on fire.

Don't forget her skunk stripe.

No she's been given a made-up job. One of those where you collect a big, fat government paycheck and only have to come in to an empty desk for a few hours every month. They're great if you can get one. Unless you're a showboating narcissist who murders puppies.

Remember to thank the Orange Jackass everybody.

That smile reads "how about Epstein's island bro heh heh"

He has the taste of a Holy Roman Imperial Chinese Pharaoh God-King.

That's something I like about apartments. When appliances break you don't have to replace them. And you didn't need to do landscaping.

Kids today will never understand what it's like when dealing with hard limits on computer and console was the default.

I remember when I was a kid, and we got our first two PCs (as opposed to the standard Apple IIe and occasional black& white Macintosh) in the computer room in highschool school and those machines struggled just so hard to run 90s Photoshop at all. Or having to install the memory expansion in that N64 just so it could play most games. Oh, or disk swapping (floppy or CD).

In grade school you played green-on-black Math Muncher and Oregon Trail or you got bullied up by the shithead kids who played sports.

Just so, so many things are wrong here.