I want to make this perfectly clear. “You wanna make a bet?” died in fucking elementary school for me. Like it should for every mature, sane human. Gambling is for, and done by, the most immature, underdeveloped losers in our society. I’ve never once met someone who went to a casino and told me about that I didn’t instantly lose a measureable amount of respect for. I would have absolutely no qualms about levelling every casino on the planet and forcing the property owners to donate the land to public park space.
You are not “winners with no winnings”. You are losers.
The fact that it is growing in popularity and we now have douche canoes on polymarket every second commercial just tells me we’re devolving.
“What a sucker, heh. I mean, people are saying that he kinda didn’t really help out much. We’re probably stronger, militarily, now that this dead weight isn’t bogging down the rest of the brave troops who aren’t dead yet.”
-Trump, probably.
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For some reason your comment reminded me of that ol’ Tim Robinson ditty.
The skeletons will pull your hair. Up, but not out.
Also wouldn’t his hair be like… permanently greasy? The only guy who’s hair might be worse (other than trump but that’s not hair as much as it is a region of spacetime that has a few more ppm of alpha helix protein than the hard vacuum) is Nutlick now that he has that gangsta-ass mullet.
Is it worth chiming in that I’ve personally never seen any image or facsimile of that thing that is in any way, shape, or form flattering to the subject matter? If I was making a catalogue of “shammies one would wash one’s car with” its complexion might make an appearance in the appendix but otherwise nah. No redeeming value from a photographic stance, or, frankly, from any other point of view really.
He’s not much good to humanity alive.