They destroyed Fitbit. It was just to kill competitors. I’ve had so many issues with Google hardware it’s insane.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
They destroyed Fitbit. It was just to kill competitors. I’ve had so many issues with Google hardware it’s insane.
It’s like when you stop hanging out with your girlfriend in hopes she breaks up with you. Technically you didn’t break up with her.
I feel represented.
Is this like new poor? But new old?
Now THIS is pod racing.
Let’s hear it.
CPEUI-20102: It’s working but still clean up to do.
I’ll never get time to do that “clean up”
“Unprecedented” and “Slammed”
I read those two words in any article and I’m immediately second guessing my will to read more.
Cancer rope-a-doping us with robots and AI.
Kill me snoo snoo bot.
It’s like they want to go out of business
He looks like he lives in a coo coo clock.
It’s the only way I can finish.
No! 7’s the key number here. Think about it. 7-Elevens. 7 dwarves. 7, man, that’s the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin’ on a branch, eatin’ lots of sunflowers on my uncle’s ranch. You know that old children’s tale from the sea. It’s like you’re dreamin’ about Gorgonzola cheese when it’s clearly Brie time, baby.
Step into my office.
Now this I can dig into.
There’s always money in the lemonade stand. Wink wink.
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