Nah. In Texas all she has to do is say that God told her to do it, and she’ll get a couple years of taking drugs in a hospital.
The exception is Taylor Parker because she killed an unborn child, and that’s a damn step too far.
Nah. In Texas all she has to do is say that God told her to do it, and she’ll get a couple years of taking drugs in a hospital.
The exception is Taylor Parker because she killed an unborn child, and that’s a damn step too far.
Shithead maga bleeding a nonprofit dry example aside, this is a good (albeit extreme) illustration of why I’m generally hesitant to give to any large charity.
You can pull their tax returns up online (form 990) and see where the money goes. Too often, it all goes to executive salaries and marketing with some token single digit percentage going to actual charitable work that may or may not be doing any actual good.
Whoa there pal.
What part of driving pickup trucks with giant tires through the mud while drinking cases of ~~bud light ~~ Modelo and wearing jorts and a tank top with a picture of Rambo Trump firing footballs from a grenade launcher isn’t culture?
My experience in Iowa is limited to seeing Cage the Elephant at a casino in Council Bluffs.
Saw music
Got laid
Gambled
Drank
It was alright
What in Sam hell is that even supposed to be? Like what did it say on the menu?
I remember getting my Texas instruments financial calculator circa 2009 for probably fifty dollars or so.
The professor told us that at the time, production costs for my fifty dollar calculator were roughly a dollar.
On the bright side, I’ll bring that thing in whenever I buy a car and it truly fucks with the whole “what kind of payment are you looking for” routine they do. (Though these days, I’m more likely to bring a laptop with Excel. Same idea, but faster and better visuals)
Product - use daily
Language - speak English, Spanish, and Korean, though the latter two are admittedly falling off from lack of use. Lived overseas for four years in my twenties
Collared shirts - wear daily, but I’d guess that’s not goth chick bait
Dancing - was religiously prohibited from such growing up and never took an interest in it
Personal skill - I can cook like a motherfucker. Like really good stuff. If I believed in love languages, mine would be feeding others. The women in my office make weekly requests for me to cook whatever they’re craving over the weekend and bring it in on Monday.
But I’m talking about energy. Gomez spends his entire existence striving toward being Morticia’s everything. I don’t have enough gas in the tank after seventy or eighty hours of getting yelled at for my income.
Next up, since everything is so easy, I guess I just simply waltz into another job, right?
I’m of the opinion that Hillary lost because of the blatant super delegate shenanigans within the DNC. I know I was LIVID. However, I wasn’t one of the folks who were so livid that they protest voted third party. I held my nose, suppressed my gag reflex, and voted for Hillary, though I really didn’t want to.
Gomez lives off generational wealth and thus spends his time culturing himself with dance, art, and seductive languages.
I work until it’s not safe to drive home because I’m so tired and my eyes don’t work. I crawl home on surface streets, collapse into bed for a brief nap, and get up to go do it again because the man needs his dollar.
My spirit may be willing, but my flesh is spongy and bruised.
Without looking, my guesses are Venezuela and Argentina. I’ll go look and see how close I was.
Edit: It proves difficult to find a consensus ranking, but the top countries seem to consistently involve Zimbabwe, Sudan, Argentina, Venezuela, Lebanon, and Turkey. The order changes depending on the metric of what defines inflation and over what time period you’re looking at.
I’m a tax accountant.
You’ll never make less due to income tax for making more money.
You can start to get certain credits phased out and can become subject to things like the Medicare surcharge.
But it’s still unlikely that making more will ever get you less.
In a similar track though, I refused raises for a couple years because my kid was in college. If I got a raise, I would be kicked into the next income tier of financial aid eligibility, and that could’ve been catastrophic. Those lines don’t seem to phase as much as they seem to be hard cutoffs - at least as far as my kid’s specific school was concerned. All of her financial aid (grants, not loans) came directly from the school, not the government.
I also was able to enjoy a little bit of education expense credit on my tax return because if it, but that part was nominal.
The biggest hit has been going from head of household with a dependent tax credit to single with fuck all credits. Fortunately, I can itemize my way into a deduction midway between single and head of household, so I got that going for me, which is nice.
Edit: Wow, that was a gibberish filled gummy induced wall of text. Nothing particularly factually incorrect, but man what a slew of non sequitur.
Meanwhile, the mantle is tailgating the hell out of the core wishing it would move over to the right lane
My entire life has offered two options - time or money
Never both
In this phase, I’ve been making good money, but it’s at the cost of working twelve to fifteen hours a day six to seven days a week for half the year, going down to a meager forty five to fifty hours for the other six months with no overtime.
Then I’ve got to be careful in making comments that I’ve got a few pennies saved because it makes other Lemmy users think I’m all bougie or whatever word it is that the kids use these days.
The reason I’ve saved money is that I have no time to spend it. My entire existence is either working or preparing to go to work via laundry/groceries/cooking. (Leaving the office for lunch is a mortal sin, so I bring my own daily and eat at my desk, never a lunch break)
I’ll look at the transactions in my bank account and I’m surprised that I live on about a hundred and thirty dollars a week because of this. (This doesn’t include housing expense)
It’s unprecedented in my company, but I’m about to negotiate more time off in lieu of raise this next upcoming cycle.
I’m so
Fucking
Existentially
Tired
And no I can’t just “get another job”. There are no greener pastures, especially since I’ve crossed into the dreaded “in my fifties” zone
Her job is done anyway. It’ll be years before this case can proceed and if Adolf Donnie Trump weasels his way into office, it goes away forever. She’s successfully delayed it into oblivion.
I’m honestly surprised she didn’t just outright dismiss it from the getgo.
I don’t think pornhub wants your ID.
I live in Texas and just tested the site to see if anyone has changed. It hasn’t since they essentially shut down here.
It’s a full page statement about Texas politicians.
There’s no option to submit an ID even if a person wanted to do so.
But maybe I’ve misunderstood who “them” is in your comment.
God I was going to UNT football games when Todd Dodge was there. It seemed like all of Southlake was attending those games. I hate him with a white hot intensity. I hate his acolytes orders of magnitude more.
The few times I’ve been through Southlake, I felt like a needed a shower with some 36 grit sandpaper as a loofa.
I can’t watch him anymore either.
No issues watching old Robin Williams clips, but I just can’t watch Anthony anymore.
This is a good little illustration of why his passing made me feel like I lost somebody I knew personally
Was he the last surviving New York Giant?
There’s a reggae album out of Jamaica by Romain Virgo with a song called “I’m doin good”
In that song is the line, “may not be able to buy what vegetarians cook but I’m doin good”
The album is from 2010. The first time I heard that song was my first realization that vegetarianism can be difficult as I’d recently been to Jamaica, and they do love them some vegetarianism. It hadn’t occurred to me that maybe some of them wanted to be vegetarian but weren’t able.