It's impossible to calculate those odds.
I slide the door open, seemingly, the only thing in this house that doesn't need a good oiling. The room is completely dark, aside from the Narto light of an oil lamp left on, on top of the night stand.
It's rainy season in Louisiana. I quietly close the door and take my shoes off. I creep up the stairs, trying in futile carefulness to not let the stairs creak as to not wake you. I make it to the top of the stairs and creep over to our room...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑
If you believe in a god, that's blind faith.
Is that why you wear a Che Guevara t-shirt?
He's suing because it gets him money from gullible knee jerk reactionaries like you.
So the United States should notify all the world's countries that the US will only admit convicted felons from now on, because "it doesn't really matter." \sarc
You're doing it again. Trying desperately to change the subject because you KNOW you're wrong and when that fails, being a hypocrite and accusing everyone else of what you're guilty of.