From the online urban dictionary:
The antigravity properties of the Victoria’s Secret banquette bra are no mystery to anyone who’s ever worn one. They’ve got more rigging in them than a fleet of sailboats or Peter Pan the musical. And they can add 2 cups sizes up front and center.
(Could bra padding be the genesis of the term fronting?)
Other fronts aren’t as clear cut. Like the coffee shop downtown. It doesn’t open until 10am and closes around 6pm. Inconveniently located 1,426.83 miles from Madison Square and its tremendous foot traffic, how can this business afford to do this?
The answer is perfectly obvious— it’s a mob front.
Well, that’s what I think at 1 am the morning when my brain has gone Chuck Norris all over Oliver Stone.
I was sleeping fine until I got a text message at 12:23 am from Facebook that said I could
reply to sign up for text alerts.
Are you frigging kidding me? I don’t want to be their friend, I want to get medieval on their assess. Woke me up for this?
But, as I tossed and turned, I shook a thought loose. “Who pays for the Internet? for Google? For Facebook?”
Given TANSTAAFL, how do companies that provide a free service manage to make
They are funded by black budget funds from the NSA, of course.
Mr. William C. Patrick, III, once told me that during the infancy of the US WMD program, they’d release a virus over California just to see how long it’d take to get to New York. Mr. Patrick’s Obituary in the Washington Post
Our buddies at Google, Facebook, and Instagram can track even more data. They call it “going viral” when a video or meme spreads rapidly across the globe. They know how many “shares” Jesus gets. And who shares him.
We willingly hang all our private details on the public laundry line for all the world to see. And for Facebook to sell. And Google to track.
And sell it they do. You can book it, Danno.
Hope you, your family and close friends, aka ‘known acquaintances,‘ have a great day.