And what did the world hear? No matter what you think your vote said it was not interpreted how you meant it. It was never going to be interpreted how you meant it and methinks you knew that.
And what did the world hear? No matter what you think your vote said it was not interpreted how you meant it. It was never going to be interpreted how you meant it and methinks you knew that.
What the fuck are they supposed to do?
I don’t agree, politically, with Merkel on a large slab of issues (I’m not German, but have a half-German family and am in the EU, so I know them pretty well), but we’re in new world now where “Will stand against fascism” is apparently a rare and precious commodity in a world leader.
Thank you.
I can’t say for sure but I feel it has a bit more body and bite for my limoncello. My understanding is that it’s also more neutral? I use regular vodka for other liqueurs, like the Creme de Cassis.
Follow it up with a messed up fingers high five!
Good luck! Having a connective tissue disorder sucks, but it’s better to know if you do. :(
I had always figured my fingers shouldn’t bend like they do, but I had never made the connection to my terrible handwriting. I actually had a teacher while in elementary school make a note on a report card that after learning to read my handwriting she was considering applying to the CIA as a code breaker. It had…
This here is the pinnacle of rodent transportation achievement.
Those are the healthiest of poops.
I am really, deeply sorry for your troubles, but I also want to know I am shaking silently from laughing so hard, so know your pain was not truly in vain, for it brought this stranger temporary joy.
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My little Lucy
I suggest making a sled for your hamster to pull.
I mean, that’s how I do it.
nah
I’m quite loving the girl on the right who is not into this at all: “Oh my God, you guys look like idiots. I can’t believe they cut into nap time for this nonsense.”
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