

If there are three things all the people of Chicago hate, it’s ketchup on hotdogs.
Look, you get born, you keep your head down, and then you die. If you’re lucky.
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If there are three things all the people of Chicago hate, it’s ketchup on hotdogs.


I’d like a Stampy.
Or a hungry hungry hippo.


Ridley Scott for the win!


My no-doubt incomplete list (I enjoy watching old favourites over):


Yesterday: Spain is a terrific country, really, it is, I mean, one of the the best in Europe, many say the best, and they love me there, they really, do, all of, I mean, the best Spainians, they love, me, they do, they say Donald you’re the best US president for us, ever, better than all the others, they were losers and didn’t understand Europe, but you do, you’re the best, possibly the best leader of any country, of all time, and I do, I understand Europe, propably, better than anyone else…
Today: Spain is a terrible country, really, one of the worst in Europe, we’re going to cut off all trade with them, we don’t want anything to do with them, and many people agree, and I know many important leaders, they’re my friends, and they love me, really they do, and they all agree, except maybe that Pedro Sánchez guy, lazy Pedro I call him, but I don’t know, sleepy Sánchez, well he wouldn’t, would he, because he’s the king of Spain, and did you know they’re still a monarchy, truly terrible system of government, and a bad country and I never liked their pie-ella, it’s not a good dish, I mean, come on, it doesn’t even compare to a Big Mac or anything, and there’s no fries, and people all agree, everyone agrees, and they love, me, they do, they say 'Donald you’re the best US president for us, ever, better than all the others, they were losers and didn’t understand Europe, but you do, you’re the best, possibly the best leader of any country, of all time, and I do, I understand Europe, propably, better than anyone else…
Tomorrow: Spain is a terrific country, really, it is, I mean, one of the the best in Europe, many say the best, and they love me there, they really, do, all of, I mean, the best Spainians, they love, me, they do, they say Donald you’re the best US president for us, ever, better than all the others, they were losers and didn’t understand Europe, but you do, you’re the best, possibly the best leader of any country, of all time, and I do, I understand Europe, propably, better than anyone else…


644 mile range? But what if I need to drive 650 miles once a decade? Electric cars are just a stoopid fad.
Res tower from PUBG, surely?


It’s torment nexuses all the way down…


“It is not uncommon for cars to crash into houses…”


I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling angry about this.
Same, same. Not so much for myself as for my children whose right to live, work, and love in the EU was taken away from them by a bunch of disaster capitalists.


having to press a button to turn it off is actually more irritating
I disagree. I like a car that does what I tell it to do. On older cars, when I press the accelerator they accelerate. On cars with stop-start (and mine does), when I press the accelerator it starts the engine, then accelerates.
And it’s not like it reliably turns the engine off anyway. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. If i so much as touch the sterring wheel it restarts the engine. If a pigeon sneezes nearby the same…
And lastly, it will wear out your battery slightly quicker according to the guy who replaced the battery that died on my car.


Automatic wipers are annoying
Are they? I like mine - not having to operate my wipers manually like some kind of peasant.


Trump invades Trumpland
FTFY


It’s all about normalising boots on the ground in American towns and cities.


We don’t need to invent new terms, like ‘AI Vegan’, when we have a perfectly good term already: Butlerian Jihadist.
He’s been frustrated by the fact that he can’t make Wikipedia ‘tell the truth’ for years. This will be his attempt to replace it.


“At least the fucking bullet wasn’t venemous!”


I look forward to Trump having this guy arrested shortly followed by Arnie coming out of retirement, tooling up, and taking the fight to the orange man. “I told you I’d be back!”
What you can, or cannot afford is irrelevant. You’re a pair of eyeballs and they’re paid for eyeballs.