If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I’d like [Elon Musk], my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people, and I want him brought right here! With a big ribbon on his head! And I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?
Scorched earth.
Why include dickless and fat-ass? Are these negative for you?
Ahhh, thanks for clarifying. Haven’t seen this movie in ages and never even in English
Twitter’s lawyers argued that the company made only an oral promise that was not a contract, and that Texas law should govern the case
Wait, that would’ve been a valid defense in Texas?
Oh wow, I’ve joked that elon was just Edison 2.0 but this is just further proof
I can’t begin to care about news related to Lonnie anymore. I hope lawsuits tank his fortune (or, at least, his shitty social media company).