It makes absolutely no sense.
You think the referee’s job is to have the game be fair and follow the rules. This is wrong. The referee’s job is to make the game entertaining and as dramatic as possible for the fans.
Once you accept that, a lot of these situations make a lot more sense.
Best buy takes electronics recycling.
No need to bury your refinement facilities 300 feet underground
Unless your neighbors are crazy enough to try and bomb them.
The best thing you can do is
And we should only ever do what’s best, even if there is a way to help that’s slightly less than the best.
Same for billboards near the road. Those never work.
Sometimes the best thing you can do for a cause is let other people know it exists.
What? I don’t see any cops
To be racist, it needs to be about race.
I can say everyone in Texas fucks cattle (they do), but that’s just bigotry based on where they live, not racism.
Are you saying that people from Afghanistan are a different race than their neighbors?
Or are you thinking maybe of culture, not race? Race isn’t a think you can’t change or choose. Culture is.
Fuckin weird. But if you can tolerate that, you can use him to get ahead I guess.
But that’s not a friend. Don’t trust them as one.
I promise you’re already over thinking it. This guy just likes moths.
But this one goes to 11
That’s dark. It reminds me of a story.
A little old lady goes for a stroll in the park, when she sees a man sitting on a bench wearing a trench coat. As she walks closer, she realises he isn’t wearing anything else. She sits next to him and after a minute, he turns to her and asks, “Would you like to touch my penis?”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t,” she says. “I’m a widow and I haven’t touched one in years.”
“Go on,” he says. “It’s like riding a bike. You don’t forget.”
So she does. And every day for the next few months, she goes to the park and enjoys her encounter with the man.
One day, he isn’t at their regular meeting spot.
“Oh, well he was old,” she says to herself, thinking he’s died. But after a few minutes, she sees him on another bench with another little old woman.
“You bastard,” she says. “You’re cheating on me! What’s she got that I don’t?”
“Parkinson’s,” he replied.
I thought we already had rail guns on ships?
Feminism out of control. Women don’t enjoy sex. That’s a myth. If female orgasms existed my wife would have had one by the third of the five pumps I give her.
Ahh, but where is she?
They rely on artifacts and art. So yeah, it’s quite possible the bow was invented earlier, probably a bunch of times in a bunch of places.
People are smart, but we’re smart in pretty regular and repeatable ways.
Your complaining that the free stuff isn’t as good as the paid?
Sure, that’s what the book says. But that’s not the actions the book produces. And an all knowing God would know the outcome of the words he chose.
“one day”
Israel has been threatening since the 90s.