No, the free market demands something less niche than what Idiot Doom Spiral has done here.
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No, the free market demands something less niche than what Idiot Doom Spiral has done here.
The lieutenant speaks as if you're rich -- a common misconception -- especially if you count the tax. No, we've got a long way to go before we can feel financially comfortable. The hustle never stops!
Maybe... But we still have a long way to go -- your net worth is nothing if you factor in the tax!
Ask the man. Ask around. The doors of good taste are open to you. Be in vogue.
Boots -- black in colour, crafted of hardened leather, if you had to guess. They look sturdy and stable, useful in rugged environments.
Fuckin' a, that's a solid slice of self-respect.
As he does, he stomps his foot on the pavement and... stop everything! Look at that sweet pair of boots on his feet! They would absolutely complement your soul, would let your style fly even higher!
Geez, live a little. At least give things a try. It's just boots. A set of sweet, stylish boots.
Blazing his own trail, being his own man... not exactly your typical communist spiel.
Overwhelm them with moves. Try to have the most moves going on.
Now's the time for a SPIN KICK! He expects the one-two, not the one-three-sixty!
Try the jump? Up there, on the roof! It'll be worth it. Else there is little choice but to figure out a way to deal with the man...
Try the jump? Up there, on the roof! It'll be worth it. Else there is little choice but to figure out a way to deal with the man...
Why are you bothering with this tiresome woman -- just open the curtains while she's distracted!
The curtains do seem frail suddenly. Not robust enough to contain a slippery darkness.