I don’t know about “wayyy”. Anyone with functioning eyes can compare the two and determine the original looks much better…

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah!

That tracks! The Epstein class doesn’t understand or care about consent…

Damn. I’m trying to limit microplastics, meanwhile this person’s taking them rectally…

I was there, but you didn’t show up. ☹️

In 2025, Cain released a video indicating that he had joined Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) and encouraging others to “join the agency as well”.

Gross. This idiot should be dean-ounced.

wikipedia.org/wiki/Dean_Cain

They do. They say ‘fuck you’ every day to the workers they exploit, the hungry and poor they prey upon, and to all of us when they help themselves to our personal data to sell. That’s the point, they’re bad people to the core. Billionaires have enough money to do literally anything and everything for the rest of their entire lives, and instead focus on controlling the rest of us and getting more of our money. They are parasitic scum…

I know it’s a minor thing, but “YouTube face” annoys me so much. DeArrow is a godsend…

You lost over 100 lbs!? As long as you’re not unhealthily underweight, that’s absolutely incredible!

This kills the planet. ☹️

A well-trained officer of the law would not have missed all those shots. So unrealistic.

Nothing is funnier than this comment…

What a fucking thin-skinned idiot. Groceries, housing, and gasoline are becoming unaffordable for an alarming amount of Americans, and this is what Republicans focus on…

I’m confused what you think a better alternative would be? If there was a test number, what if that worked, but you couldn’t call the real 911? There’s no way around it: to be absolutely sure your phone can contact 911, you have to… dial 911. They simply recommend you give them a heads-up on the non-emergency line to make sure they’re not too busy at the moment.

Sock/sock then shoe/shoe. Because I’m not a psychopath…

I thought she got them enhanced after already being known for them? Anyway, I forget the exact timeline…

Better pour em a shot first.

Why don’t you deduct your head from your ass?

There’s nothing wrong with that, but she was smart and talented. She leveraged the fact that she (also) had big boobs. And she used much of the profits to help children. Be like Dolly…

The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

–John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath