To be fair, they do have to come up with a relatively unique title for each article and neither of these titles are particularly extreme. It could be argued that these are unbiased and they just need to market it to a world with no attention span.
What would be more telling is the content of the articles themselves. Which, if human nature is anything to go by, are almost certainly quite biased.
Hey, I turned my PlayStation on the other day
But then it had to update :(
A Bull of Red is the only answer
Didn’t the French have a solution to this problem? Something about heads, or a lack there of.
Lmg, he’ll be exempt from this surveillance along with all his rich ass-hole buddies
Send meme in group chat > all friend have meme
Does more, lol. Think Apple might need a dictionary considering iPhone is just barely getting home screen customization and the Mac mouse actively works against doing anything.
For power tools just pick your favorite color and stick to it. All the big brands are the same except for their special lil’ batteries. For everything else, buy cheap tools (Harbour Freight, garage sales, Amazon, eBay, etc.). When you wear them out / break them / otherwise need to replace them, that’s when you can justify spending a bit of money to get good tools. Plus at that point you’ll have a much better understanding of the tool and thus what you want or need for the tool to best serve you.
Or be like me and spend too much time/money finding a tool that might be good only to never use it because brain says, “I’m bored, find new hobby” every couple of business days.
Are these hard Arizona’s any good?
You are what you eat
It’s ribbed for her pleasure
Wet + Bed = Problem Solved
Not sure I’d trust Google with any kind of Internet security and privacy
But that one is a special kind of crooked
The crooked third caption may cause mental distress
Had an English teacher do kinda this to me once. We presented our research paper to the class, teacher tells me the birthday of the dude I’m presenting on, I correct her like; “bitch, dis my mf research paper! I know my dudes fuckin birthday, it the one damn slide I memorized!” (Paraphrasing, but the meaning was there, expertly and subtly disguised of course.) She then proceeds to tell me I must be wrong and failed my whole project, my magnum opus of eighth grade.
P.S. Frank Lloyd Wright was born June 8, 1867 in Wisconsin, not 1701 like some cranky, funny smellin old English teacher insists upon
Not when I’m done with it
Hey, I’ve had some great beer in America.
. . . wonder what that little import label means . . .
I would kill for 15 hours of sleep