The science fiction novels, TV shows and movies that populated my youth got a lot wrong about what life would be like in the future we’re experiencing today. No functional jetpacks, food is still not delivered in pellet form, and a car with a flux capacitor has yet to be invented to allow me to enrich my current self by traveling back in time to clue in my younger self about all the upcoming Super Bowl winning teams.
Also, I'm trying to pay for a subscription with the boatload of cash I made from The Motherfucker Awards, muahahaha, but I can't find a place to pay. You might need to change some settings.
If this column is dedicated to fighting against pointless meetings, I will subscribe and pay. The Revolution will be Zoomed!
Also, I'm trying to pay for a subscription with the boatload of cash I made from The Motherfucker Awards, muahahaha, but I can't find a place to pay. You might need to change some settings.
Stay off my turf Malcolm.
I missed it. What did Toobin do?