I lived in a condo that had thick stone walls built after WW2
It was still shit and I will do everything in my life to never have to live in these giant human hutches.
My house is right next to an actual forest. I can hop out of my vegetable garden and be hiking on a moment's notice.
I understood your message
Blah blah blah we don't know she's a racist because weh weh weh random bullshit about missing context.
Yes we do. She's a racist shitbag. The context is her being a racist shitbag writing a racist shitbag post on social media. The post has been displayed on various news sources and visible to anyone with a passing interest in the subject.
Her only remorse is that her casual racism turned out to be exposed to the public and the racist in chief is putting the spotlight on her racist shitbaggery.
You're trying to save face in the same way this racist piece of shit is trying to save face: badly.
There is evidence of her being a racist piece of shit though.
He's a domestic terrorist.
And even better: people not valve will actually go and work to make the games that aren't compatible working. For free.
He has the best syphilis, a smart doctor told him it's the best syphilis he ever seen.
The response of mods and admins is that they removed content that promotes animal abuse and that got people mad enough so they went and restored the content promoting animal abuse.
"Remember that day?" -> 5 pictures of my cat sleeping in boxes
That could be literally any day since I got them you stupid phone.
I'm 40 years old and I can assure you there is no point in my life where I would have scoffed at being invited to an ice cream event.
Ice cream is cool, man.
"School says he wasn't bullied" no shit. Guy could get beaten right in front of the principal and they'd claim nothing happened lmao
Bullshit. Once you've built your giant rabbit hutches for human, you're going to need all the accompanying services these giant misery factories need. Industrial scale services for industrial scale human storage facilities.
Go live in one of you want to, share that one sad looking tree in your one sad looking park where you're not allowed to walk on the grass with ten thousands of other people.
Don't forget your antidepressants and your sleeping pills.