Best voting advice: Voting isn’t marriage. It’s a meal. You’re not waiting for “the one”, you’re having some food. And if there isn’t one that tastes exactly how you want, you don’t stay home and sulk. You chomp into that turd, lick your lips and ask your bourgeois overlords for a second helping.
Best voting advice: Voting isn’t marriage. It’s cumming. You’re not waiting for “the one”, you’re shooting a load full of your potential children in a used towel. And if the stats displayed by your spermogram aren't satisfying enough, you don't just give up and try having normal hobbies. You pick up that wrinkled, worn out cock from the floor and start jerking it again.
The transport authority then uses the occupancy on the bus you took as proof noone wants to go where you wanted to go and proceeds to start tearing up the road and tracks to your destination then salts the earth for good measure.
The only valid comparison between voting and taking the bus is that whoever is elected will try their best to make it as hard as possible for you to do either.
But what if both are driving to the opposite side of town from where we need to be?
And the "opposite side of town" was swallowed by a large sinkhole a while back, and is now just a cliff leading into the abyss.
I think what they mean is, if you need to go west and there's two buses, one that goes east fast and one that goes east slow, get on the slow bus?
It's more like getting to pick between two busses which are careening towards a cliff except one of them is going 100mph and the other is going 75mph
I guess I'd pick the 75mph bus?
Both trains go in the opposite direction from my destination, but one of them is only 175 degrees off while the other is a perfect 180.
Yeah but both busses are driving off a cliff and everyones saying their bus will save them.
