C-suite business-people only know how to follow numbers.

There isn't an original thought in their heads or a creative bone in their bodies.

Only we can stop the horrors we have wrought.

For a fee, of course...

Time to update your origin story on FaceCrook.

Only the front half of an obese centaur.

She was illegally subletting the basement, too. There was an ordinance against hosting temp rentals like AirBnB, iirc.

For me, it's the smell. I always get a whiff of an underlying, rotten garbage smell underneath anything alchoholic.

I can't seem to find the original source, sorry. This one has been sitting in my memes folder for about 5 years, but reverse image search has it bouncing over reddit since then.

Up until the space magic bullshit, anyway.

Suicidal Death-cult followers shouldn't be in command of army-colored crayons, let alone actual milirary branches.

I was going to say, "Probably can't read," but I'm changing my answer to, "Definitely can't find Iran on a map."

I couldn't even seem to find a link to the game itself through their own channel, I had to look it up...