I break them in whatever fashion you can imagine because I forget I have them with me and sit on them, i throw them in my backpack and then smash them with 6 pack of milk, I put them in a pocket with keys and they scratch. Most of the time I just leave them somewhere because I forget about them. Idk what could be cheaper than buying them cheap.

Is there any chance for a future where the economy that matters, real people’s lives, production of useful goods and services, becomes decoupled from imaginary evaluations of billionaire’s gambling results? It really rustles my jimmies when I hear that a result of some banksters bet can get working families evicted and jobs dissapear.