Whenever I passed by a Chinese restaurant in a car, I'd joke to my friends, 'Oh yeah, my uncle owns that place.'
Socialism, technically, is when the government owns the means of production. And they don't yet. I mean they own a couple car companies and they're mucking that up. But fascism is where the private sector still owns businesses but the government runs it.
If Facebook owns social, if LinkedIn owns business, who owns your health?
If one's honest about it, spending time in a car with children is pretty ghastly.
Oh no, I might catch some ghastly disease.
The vast majority of free verse is ghastly. Utterly ghastly. No one reads it. No one listens to it.
Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!
How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.
Oh yes, my best birthday gift was when my dad gifted me my first car in college. It was a Maruti Swift. I thought that was the coolest thing ever. It was so much fun, as I could completely show it off to my friends that I have my own car now and not my dad's car.
I had a job right out of college writing for a small newspaper called 'The Unterrified Democrat.' Ghastly, ghastly job.
People will buy the car just because it's a great car. We want them to think it's excellent value for money and then, oh yeah, it happens to be electric.
No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.
No man actually owns a fortune. It owns him.
He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.
Nobody owns comedy. Nobody owns a premise. Nobody owns an idea.
Today there are two points where a car manufacturer has interaction with you as an owner of a car. One, you buy the car. Two, you go to the car shop to repair the car.