I like marshmallows.
Marshmallows are ghost poop
I like ghosts too.
You'll Cowards Don't Even Puke Blood
Nothing ever quite fits.
homo sex is gay
The concepts are consistent through all layers, and everything is so automatic. This is what programming should be.
I mean, she's only one year under the age of consent, so it would barely even count.
Taste Mario's mushroom
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( EÖE) See, I told you.
( EÖE) He's not a major character.
( EÖE) ...
( EÖE) You're mean.
( E-E) No way. I'm way above average.
( EÖE) He woke up and went home.
"total crap, but I enjoy it"
CW2 may not be necessary. Go for the head(s) of the snakes.
Dismantle academia. Disempower the fed.
You will find sjw's wherever there are high-paying jobs with no skills required.
Destroy these jobs/institutions and the war is over.
Render sjw's unemployable.
>>They have the reverse Midas Touch, where everything they set their hands to turns to shit.
One of my favorite bits of trivia is that there's actually a term for that in Spanish: manos de intestinos .
An antivirus is a program determined to delete anything in your PC minor the viruses. So if your antivirus deleted a program, you can rest assured that it was not a virus.
Apple is less a "walled garden" and more a playpen for toddlers.
Gothic99. People usually open map01, give it a laugh and delete the wad quickly, but I've made the terrible mistake of actually playing a game on it. It was like coming home drunk and finding all the walls and doors moved and resized. You need to go to the toilet, but you keep hurting yourself on stupidly shaped doorframes, breaking vases because you expected them elsewhere, you try to switch on the light and put your finger into an electrical socket instead, until you finally trip over a chair and puke in your lap, because the new wallpaper pattern is making your head spin. And you sit there in a mess, crying with hopeless confusion, and you still need to go to the toilet. That's how playing Gothic99 feels.
Ryu is literally the original shota
And remember, we're talking 90's anime here so that means slightly less uguu and uke shit and more dudes exploding into gore shit.
i love to read cinema news like this and i probably reading Nigeria online news.
if Nazism increases academic performance then why are American grade levels so low?
dogs and balcony hookers
Row, row, row boat, Gently down stream,
Pain, anguish, rape, malnourish,
Potato only dream.
No one speaks Latin anymore, not even in Latvia.
Scam a computer user
Buy vodka with the stolen money
SON OF A BITCH ESTONIAN
ESTONIA IS PIG
DO YOU WANT JOIN NORDICS?
DO YOU WANT FISHING RIGHTS?
ESTONIA IS PIG DISGUSTING
TAAVI ROIVAS IS A RUSSIAN
We are very enthusiastic about the musical stylings of the Schmenge Brothers and their polka band, the Happy Wanderers.
Pardon me. I am going to go and eat some leftover falutniks.
Go find the ghosts of Vladimir Lenin and Kim il Sung and join with them to lead a Socialist revolution and install ourself as Chairman for Life of the People's Republic of Heaven.
Ask for a cigarette.
Follow the stream upstream, back to the world of the living.
Now that you think about it, if this really is the afterlife then it ought to be a little better populated. I mean, not just the famous historical figures, but you distinctly recall brutally murdering several grunts. Perhaps the other dead are elsewhere in this place, or perhaps they went to a different afterlife. You decide to go off searching to see for yourself. Who knows? Perhaps you might happen across some famous communist dictators.
Turning your back on the tea party, you head into the woods, climbing generally uphill and out of the little valley. The trees are sparsely set, and their branches allow plenty of sunlight through. The forest floor is littered with pine needles and patches of clover. You wander for about an hour, finding several grassy clearings, banks of wildflowers, songbirds, colourful insects, wild rabbits and other such lovely things, but nothing human. Disappointed, you return to where you started. The three of them are still sitting around just as they were when you left.
Ghosts or no ghosts, it's time to take a stand. "Comrades!" you entreat, banging a fist on the table, "It is time for a revolution! No longer shall we suffer at the hands of the bourgeoisie; under my benevolent rule we shall live in a fair and equal paradise, which I hereby name the People's Republic of Heaven!" Alexei laughs and toasts to your success, apparently happy with the arrangement. Aaron objects, in mock seriousness, to the name of your new state, saying that he thinks it seems more like Elysium or perhaps the Asphodel Meadows rather than Heaven. Jacqueline smiles warmly, but says nothing.
Put the cigarette between your lips. Don't light it, just hold it there and waggle it from time to time.
Pee on reflection of sky in lake.
Dive in and go as deep as possible. Breathe in.
go to space through the lake using gap wizardry
Now that you no longer need to worry about dying slowly and painfully of cancer, you decide you may as well try one of these little bundles of addiction and carcinogenesis. Well, when you say "try", you're not sure you really want to inhale all that foul smelling smoke; you'd rather just stick it in your mouth and look cool. So you do.
Whilst slipping off your pantsu, you ponder your own sudden desire to defile that which is tranquil, questioning whether it is simply a reflexive retaliation against the saccharine toothlessness of your new environment, or the directionless rebellion common to teenage girls, or some deeper animalistic cruelty of the human psyche, or perhaps just that you drank all that apple juice earlier and it has to come out somehow.
You squat in place and relieve yourself into the lake. Ripples play on the surface as your efflux joins the clear mountain waters. Bladder emptied, you breathe a sigh of satisfaction and put your pantsu back on.
Throwing all caution to the wind, still fully clothed, you take a run up and dive headfirst into the lake. Thankfully, it proves to be amply deep enough. It is bracingly cold, but the sensation is not unpleasant. You keep diving, pushing, kicking ever deeper, towards whatever lies at the bottom. You keep going for several metres; much deeper than the lake really has any right to be. You open your eyes, but the light doesn't reach this far down. Lungs burning, you press on, waiting for your arms to brush against that silty surface which must be just in front of you, but the moment doesn't come.
Carefully attempt to disconnect Alexei from the machine, removing the apparatuses one by one.
>>842 spends all his time thinking about, drawing, editing, and posting pictures of frogs.
>>842 genetically engineered a skunk/cobra hybrid that sprays venom.
"has it grown darker or am I slowly going blind"
"how do you deal living with three alcholic gay dads"
site:bakabt.me "muteki kanban musume"
UK dress sizes
"samus aran" erin seamus
"samus aran" "rule 34"
U+216A (Roman Numeral Eleven) - The Unicode Character Reference
Ⅺ Unicode Roman Numeral Eleven
Due to an inability to read Japanese, one must conjecture a backstory for this simulation. It seems a female patient has visited her doctor, suffering from what was at one time diagnosed as hysteria. Period remedies called for a treatment known as a pelvic massage. A slave to the Hippocratic Oath, the player-controlled doctor must administer the treatment.
The pelvic massage is a relatively straightforward procedure; calming the patient down and getting her to undress is the primary obstacle here. Even once the clothes are removed, her arms and legs need to be straightened out. With time, patience, and gentle but firm drags of the mouse, the lady's ailment can be treated.
DER EURO SONG
When Herr Schäuble zays
"You Schweine, debt repay!"
we zay "Heil! Heil!"
right in Herr Schäuble's face
Not to love Der Euro is a great
mistake zo we "Heil! Heil!" right
in Herr Schäuble's face.
When Frau Merkel zays
"We own dein Arsch und Land!"
we zay "Heil! Heil!"
There was a time in history when Germany owed a whole lot of money to several European Countries. It immediately predated the Third Reich.