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Especially the ones who defend greed.

Yeah, you’re going to have to defend capitalism with someone else.

Way to not see the forest for the trees.

I’m stating they don’t always honor the terms of the contract, and change the terms on a whim.

Good luck collecting a check for $0.72 from the class action lawsuit. A fraction of a percentage from their profits.

I’m sorry, but did someone having a different opinion from you on something you’ve invested emotional content in upset you? Does that hurt your feelings? Are you triggered? Do you need a safe space?

Tough shit. Welcome to the real adult world. Where not everyone agrees with you, and likes everything you like.

Suck it up, or keep being a bitch.

Oh, you sweet summer child.

What makes you think this shitshow is going to end? The Oligarchs own every branch of government, most governors, and most law enforcement officials.

Well, any time you buy any service from any company, you’re depending on them to keep their word.

I’m not saying this is right, or ethical. But you’re taking a chance they’ll honor their service.

Sorry if anyone got screwed.

“What do you mean… “Loaf,” Brad. I like your nice shoes, it would be shame if someone pissed in them.”

I knew it…

What fanbase?

Insecure boys and manchildren who have been brainwashed by The Manosphere?

Too bad, so sad. Get a psychiatrist, and work on your insecurities.

Agreed… wut?

You shouldn’t.

Yes, he is.

We all have our shit.

He knows. He doesn’t care.

Thank you, Professor Pedantic.

OK…

Like I said, he’s a great guy, otherwise.

But he could show some common manners and clean up after himself.

I’ve never seen it, personally, but heard the tales.

Maybe not in your neck of the woods… 😉

Oh, sweet summer child…

That’s why it has the flared bottom.

No joke, I have a very close friend who is a vagabond. It the most literal sense of the word. He has no permanent residence.

I love the guy, he’s a great friend, loyal, dependable, trustworthy.

But, I’ve heard that people have found objects beneath the couch he crashed on with… certain matter on it.

Hey, I’m not judging, but at least you could take that with you, or wash it off.

I was being sarcastic, Professor Pedantic. Chill.