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A man who resembles a 14 year old emo kid. He shops at Hot Topic or Spencers for all of his clothes. Is very good at making fun of your children, as well and autistic people. And uses 2/3rds of his YouTube videos to play a shifty video game, and talk in his nasally voice.
Jefferson then starts rapping—at first slowly, about Hamilton’s policies, but as the comments turn personal, the intensity and speed of the rap proportionately increases.
Soon Jefferson connects with Madison and as he joins in, the intensity and speed of rap AGAIN increases as they race toward a decision on how to act.
Throughout this song, Jefferson makes a number of double entendres that serve two different purposes. Firstly, they suggest derisively that Hamilton is ~intimately connected with Washington. Secondly, they remind the audience of Hamilton’s actual mistake—and foreshadow that Jefferson, Madison and Burr will eventually find out the truth.
Source: dailymail.co.uk
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Six months later, she invited me to her home. There she showed off her newly designed family room, complete with a single-plank, three-hole picture frame featuring her three grandchildren.
• A deputy responded to a report of a vehicle stopping at mailboxes. It was the mail carrier.
• A woman said her son was attacked by a cat, and the cat would not allow her to take her son to the hospital.
• A resident said someone had entered his home at night and taken five pounds of bacon. Upon further investigation, police discovered his wife had gotten up for a late-night snack.
• A man reported that a squirrel was running in circles on Davis Drive, and he wasn’t sure if it was sick or had been hit by a car. An officer responded, and as he drove on the street, he ran over the squirrel.
“How old are you?” a tenant asked.
“I’m 81 years old,” he answered.
The tenant shook her head. “They sure grow up fast, don’t they?”
After sitting her down to finish her pickle, I asked, with a touch of awe, “How did you kill that fly all by yourself?”
Between bites, she said, “I hit it with my pickle.”
“You don’t want to come away with the idea Nigerian scammers have optimized their email this way on purpose, as that ignores about 180 years of history,” says Aycock.
“The oldest example I have is from about 1830, and the text is surprisingly unchanged from what we get in our Inboxes today: ‘Sir, you will be doubtlessly be astonished to be receiving a letter from a person unknown to you, who is about to ask a favour from you…’ and goes on to talk of a casket containing 16,000 francs in gold and the diamonds of a late marchioness.”
Aycock concludes that the best explanation for Nigerian email scams’ colourful approach is, simply, inertia.
“Someone almost two centuries ago hit on a scheme that worked, sometimes, and still sometimes works, and that’s good enough.”