Mom:. . .
Dr: I'm so sorry, ma'am, but I just don't think your husband and son will wake up. They just spent too much time down
Mom: Do you think they can communicate like this? Maybe keep each other company?
Dr: I think that would be nice. Wonder what they are doing in there
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here's a short clip from my livestream thanks @sam_bibly and @Props402 for stopping by and chatting with me for a bit
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this guy asked for a week's extension to gather evidence he said would exonerate him. showed up to court an hour late with data he couldn't parse, wound up admitting it shows nothing, got caught doing blow during his trial, & was found guilty. yet he still talks shit
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Nathan Fielder's shtick only works when he's tormenting people who are being nice to him because he holds power over them. I don't think he'd be nearly as effective when faced with someone who isn't trying to make it in Hollywood, or someone who is actively hostile to him
There was a time you could watch a racial nationalist and not have to hear schizophrenic babble. The bushido code they held made them all the funnier than this 4chan invader zim bunch.
I feel like I've witnessed the 'people don't wear suits on planes anymore' of my lifetime.
I made a #VerticalVideo to get into the #VerticalRewardsProgram and celebrate the One Year Anniversary of A Grokwork Orange on X dot Com! 🥳🥂
He didn't sleep in a bed because he likely had COPD 🤘
Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister (Motorhead) no tenía una dieta: tenía un protocolo. Desde los 30 años, una botella de Jack Daniel's al día, Marlboro encendido tras Marlboro, y un desayuno que consistía en un cigarro y un Jack & Coke antes del mediodía.
Su rider de gira era una broma entre los promotores: una botella de Jack, un pack de Coca-Cola y poco más. No dormía en camas porque, decía, "las camas son para morirse": lo hacía en un sillón reclinable de su apartamento de West Hollywood, a dos calles del Rainbow Bar & Grill, donde pasaba las tardes apostado en su máquina tragaperras, en una mesa con un cartel permanente de "RESERVADO: LEMMY".
Los médicos llevaban décadas intentando salvarlo de sí mismo. Diabetes, arritmias, un desfibrilador implantado en el pecho en 2013. Cada revisión terminaba con la misma orden: dejar el alcohol y el tabaco...


























