Your honor I argue that the defendant was not alone on the night in question! That there was a large group there! And that is why they must be charged with.... A MURDER!
No. I'm 40. Its exhausting trying to give all my personal data away to all these different spaces now.
Time was, a man could give up all his personal data on just one platform. I would rest easy knowing that every goverment in the world had proof that I am not a terrorist, and every buisness knew how much porn I watched.
But now theres so many and I'm just one guy. I can't keep track of them all. It makes me feel too old for this world.
Oh yeah cats are cute. But then they shed. Nothing is safe. I took my cat home from the vet once, it was a hot day, I rolled the windows down to let the heat out and started driving. Snowy sat inside his basket thing, loving the feeling of the wind blow, meanwhile a blizzard of loose fur filled the car. I should be the one at fault, but somehow it felt like it was his plan all along, revenge for going to the vets. Cats know. They always know...
I'm going to tell you something I've kept to myself all of these years. I was in the war, Medical Corps. One night they brought in a badly wounded pilot from one of the raids. He looked at me and said, "Doc, the odds were against us up there, but we went in anyway. I'm glad. Captain made the right decision." The pilot's name was George Zip.
George Zip said that?
Yes, he looked at me and said, "Doc," he said, "Some time, when the crew is up against it, and the breaks are beating the boys, tell 'em to get out there and give it all they've got. And win just one for the Zipper. I don't know where I'll be then Doc, he said. But I won't smell too good, that's for sure."
You can have a hot bacon bun. You can have a hot sausage bun.
You cannot have a hot Bacon & Sauasage in a bun. It impairs the flavour of both.
Thank you.