The year is 1444. My job is to get France's shit together.
The year is 1836. My job is to get France's shit together.
The year is 1936. My job is to get France's shit together.
The year is 1444. My job is to get France's shit together.
The year is 1836. My job is to get France's shit together.
The year is 1936. My job is to get France's shit together.
Me waking up after spring forward: Well this fucking sucks. What the fuck.
Me waking up after spring forward: Well this fucking sucks. What the fuck.
Innovation is entirely neutral.
THE EARL OF SHAFTSBURY: *leans forward in chair*
ME: Oh, right, time travel. It’s… not for a bit. At the risk of uncouthly changing the subject, this claret is a delight.
THE EARL OF SHAFTSBURY: *leans forward in chair*
ME: Oh, right, time travel. It’s… not for a bit. At the risk of uncouthly changing the subject, this claret is a delight.