thats a great 8dea heh

I agree. I am supposed to be just peachy with and validate some notion they are discussing this or any matter in good faith, while they are voting to kill my healthcare, prop up Russia, just so they can be racist? While "cleverly" refusing to sincerely discuss anything, adamantly trying to gaslight sincere prople with whatever the Russian propaganda of the hour is?

hi 8)

I dont care what sex you are or what or who you are but Honest to god I dont even give a fucking shit what the fuck ypur point is I dont get on the internet for power tripping fucking whatever the fuck you are fucks to power tripe when all I am doing is minding my own business and honestly I dont really give a fuck. K? Understand? ass head fuck guy or girl whatever the fuck you are guy

Fair enough! So they are trying to get out of paying for a double! I understand now. Tell them the glass is actually half empty!!! lol

Fair enough! Tell them it's actually half empty! I can see your point. So they are trying to get out of paying for a double!

I ask for no ice because pop is pretty cold when it comes out anyways and I hate watered down pop. Also if I take it home I can put it in the fridge .... and it doesnt get watered down.

u ran my comment thru an ai autocapitalizer whoooptie whoooop, brute

nuance matters. brute

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