Es flüstert die scheißige Pfostenproduktion!
Es flüstert die scheißige Pfostenproduktion!
Revive Lenin and have some stroke medication on hand?
Okay, I just got confused by the discourse, it seems.
Okay, then I get what it was for as a protest. But as for the photographer being disqualified… yeah? Makes sense? Not that having an AI competition makes any sense to begin with, though.
I don’t really think of songs as girl songs or boy songs. That being said, I guess La vie en rose by Edith Piaf, I guess? Nothing secret about it, though.
Also, no secret in me liking I want it that way. Never told anyone, but that’s because nobody ever asked me.
This is why I love the internet.
It’s just a phase. Once Big Dental has used him up until he burns out, he’ll do the most degrading painting work. If he’s lucky, and doesn’t end up in shoe cleaning or worse.
What is the point then? (Sorry if it’s explained in the linked article, I don’t have time to read that rn, maybe later.)
Oof, evolution. That word alone makes it hard to grasp for these nutjobs.
The fraternal kiss was literally a way for communists to recognize each other, and the Eastern Block used it as a formal greeting.
Gotta cram an equinox and Jupiter in there somewhere.
Not necessarily. They could be constantly ever so lightly above the average value, but then once in a while, a really low value comes along and drags the average down. What you’re thinking of is the median.
Can’t tell whether it’s cemtrist BS or satire. And if it’s sature, whether it’s just pride, or also communist (because it really reminds me of that fraternal kiss graffiti of Brezhnev and Honecker on the Berlin Wall).
15 glasses of orange juice. Then I’ll wonder where the dark bread is.
He also wouldn’t drink it himself. (Jim Jones killed himself too, right? Correct me if I’m wrong.)
Michmicher, Zuhausis, nehmt die Tastaturen, nehmt die Mäuse zur Hand!