Go fish.
Go fish.
Somewhere in the Reichstag: “Mein gott! A gartenlicht ist kaput somewhere! Hans! Schnellschnellschnell!!!”
Yup, and chirping their morning call.
“PiTtEr PaTtEr LeT’s GeT aTtEr!!1”
I hear you. I’m an insufferable morning person, but my son goes harder and is almost always up before sunrise.
That’s one whisper you shouldn’t be careless with.
“All right! More band music! Let’s never leave!,” exclaimed the football fans.
breaks it off
Ow
National Lampoon’s European Vatication
Thuper tholdiers
Right?! I’m just walking down the road, when suddenly a wall rises around me, and a game console pops up in front of me, right to the dreaded Pronoun screen, and the game demands that I pick my pronoun and acknowedge the existence, and therefore superiority of non-cis people, before I can continue on my merry way!! LITERALLY. SHOVED.
/s
Like how a dude penned “In Flanders’ Fields” in WW1, and Canada lost every war since. /s
Reminds me of the “Bingo” episode of the show Bingo!
Was this down by the bay?
Attempted disposal of drawrings.
Lemon juice is good for nixing fishy flavours.
Or having your food taste more horsey than normal.
But then you lose your fReEdOm, and are beholden to another driver’s whims! Creep to the left or right side of the lane in your traffic jam? Forget it! All you can do is read, or play a game, or gaze forlornly at the liberated masterminds as you zip past in your socialist train!
So…instead of Web 3.0, we’re at Web 1.0 2.0. All right.
Ngl, I kinda want one. I’d never use it, but just showing it to visitors woud be fun.
You don’t even get to control your own image of yourself.