my polish wife — who, by the way, is polish! — is lucky that her mind will never be burdened by the uniquely American concept of safety. she grew up eating concrete for breakfast, and had to walk up-hills both ways to get to the school-gulag
Poland is a magical land of enlightened centrism and moral greyness where improving society somewhat is impossible and wrong, just like in the blessed CDPR treats.
my polish wife — who, by the way, is polish! — is lucky that her mind will never be burdened by the uniquely American concept of safety. she grew up eating concrete for breakfast, and had to walk up-hills both ways to get to the school-gulag
Poland is a magical land of enlightened centrism and moral greyness where improving society somewhat is impossible and wrong, just like in the blessed CDPR treats.
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