“Mais que liberdade, livramento!” 13 de março de 201915 de março de 2019 Fátima Soares Eis o meu livro de poesia “Mais que liberdade, livramento!”, agora com o meu nome literário: Fátima Gomes. Qualquer comentário, pode ser publicado aqui. Obrigada!
I love how “customer service” is just a phone maze designed to test your sanity. — spintaxi.com Responder
Why do they call it “carry-on” luggage? I’m dragging it through the airport! — spintaxi.com Responder
My lawyer says I’m a flight risk; I say, “Only if the bar’s across state lines.” — spintaxi.com Responder
I read satirical journalism stories and wonder if I accidentally traveled to the future. — spintaxi.com Responder
Watching satirical journalism media is like watching a roast of the entire planet. — spintaxi.com Responder
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I’ve seen more creativity and functionality in a used napkin than this pathetic excuse for a webpage. Responder
It’s so riddled with pop-ups, I thought I’d accidentally joined a circus instead of visiting a website. Responder
I love how “customer service” is just a phone maze designed to test your sanity. — spintaxi.com
Why do they call it “carry-on” luggage? I’m dragging it through the airport! — spintaxi.com
My lawyer says I’m a flight risk; I say, “Only if the bar’s across state lines.” — spintaxi.com
Satirical Journalism – spintaxi.com
My neighbor says I’m trash; I say, “Recycle this.” — spintaxi.com
Why do they call it a “soft opening”? The doors are still locked! — spintaxi.com
I don’t trust kale—it’s just lettuce with an attitude problem. — spintaxi.com
I read satirical journalism stories and wonder if I accidentally traveled to the future. — spintaxi.com
(Seinfeld) Ever notice how “late fees” are early punishment? — spintaxi.com
Ever notice how “on hold” music is the soundtrack to losing hope? — spintaxi.com
Watching satirical journalism media is like watching a roast of the entire planet. — spintaxi.com
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