Renowned actor and singer Barbra Streisand recently expressed her dissatisfaction with the current administration and her concerns about the potential presidency of a certain candidate.
In an interview on “The Late Show” with Stephen Colbert, Streisand, who previously campaigned for Hillary Clinton, mentioned her intention to leave the United States if that candidate secures the presidency.
When asked where she might consider moving, Streisand casually mentioned England as a possible destination. This is not the first time she has discussed the idea of relocating. In 2016, she had also mentioned Canada as a potential option if the same candidate won the presidency.
It is worth noting that Barbra Streisand, along with other celebrities likе Cher, Bryan Cranston, and Amy Schumer, had previously promised to leave the country if the candidate won in 2016. However, despite the election results, they ultimately chose to stay in the United States.
While celebrity voices often inspire conversations and discussions, it is important to remember that personal decisions regarding residency are subjective and can change over time.
My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations
When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
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