Just the fucking phrase "fact check" grinds my gears. It typifies the peremptory arrogance of vermin like that twat who was working at Twitter, giving us the tour of the 'chill out rooms' after being exhausted from having a 'meeting' then ending the day with the 'red wine on ta-P'.
Just the fucking phrase "fact check" grinds my gears. It typifies the peremptory arrogance of vermin like that twat who was working at Twitter, giving us the tour of the 'chill out rooms' after being exhausted from having a 'meeting' then ending the day with the 'red wine on ta-P'.
Debinked has lost all meaning to me now.
I fricking HATE that word- debunked!!!! It’s like nails on a chalkboard. No, it’s like a nail gun to my testicles.