Thanks.Minor injuries.
Minorly injured.
Something like that.
Thanks.Minor injuries.
Minorly injured.
Something like that.
my bio has been around for a while now someone was bound to pick it up.
there's 3015 partsIt was the 29th of April 1945 Goebbels had just entered my room and told me Hitler needed to speak with me urgently, I quickly stood up and rushed briskly past Goebbels in an attempt to hide the sudden feeling of self-importance and superiority that was trying to escape from my face in the shape of a smirk.
I knocked on the door, finally I was getting the recognition for all my hard work and sacrifices so many sacrifices, every time I make a kill I feel further from myself and the ones I love. “come in Mr Muffy…make yourself at home” and then it happened, how I didn’t see it coming I’ll never know but out prances Hitler wearing a full gimp suit and whip. “This is the new uniform do you like it” he giggled oblivious to the state of shock my face had contorted too. “yes its wonderful sir, excuse me while I use the bathroom” I jumped from 4 stories breaking my ankle in two places but I no longer cared about pain and proceeded to vault the wall nearest to the garage and commandeered a motorcycle. As I sped of my mind was racing I began to think back over all I had done for this vile twisted insane monster, to think how many believed in him and he turns out to be one of those woofters, if this ever gets out his reputation will be tarnished forever.
I made it to the boarder of Switzerland only to spot an ambush lying in wait for me, I abruptly diverted my course towards the nearest hillside that provided me with some cover. This is when I really began to panic where could I go that I would not be known and swiftly captured to be placed back into the clutches of that unforgiving man. “feck it” I said and headed to the nearest forest from there I tracked down a wolf den and proceeded to howl out until I forced a show down with the dominant male. Once I ripped his throat out, the rest became submissive. Fine I thought to myself I’ll just wait it out Hitler can’t live forever, unlike me, I’ll give it 15 years just to be on the safe side as long as none of these wolves make a pass at me everything should be fine just fine. Yes things really were looking up for Muffled funk. End of part 2
Små means little/not much, skadet means injured, so an injury not to serious.
Shouldn't it be lilleskadet, in that case? I thought små was only used for plurals.Små means little/not much, skadet means injured, so an injury not to serious.
Shouldn't it be lilleskadet, in that case? I thought små was only used for plurals.
1) The Squeezy Scrotum
2) Secretaries!* Hate your boss? Give his man bits a good squeeze and hear him yowl in agony.
*Apologies for gender stereotyping, but it is a female in the picture
Knowing me, I probably would have said that at some point in a serious convo Cheers for the info.lille and små means roughly the same, but used differently.
lilleskadet has probably never been said in a serious sentence in Norway
1) The Squeezy Scrotum
2) Secretaries!* Hate your boss? Give his man bits a good squeeze and hear him yowl in agony.
*Apologies for gender stereotyping, but it is a female in the picture
Små is, as you say, used for plurals.Shouldn't it be lilleskadet, in that case? I thought små was only used for plurals.
Got it, cheers!Små is, as you say, used for plurals.
So småskadet is probably not a grammaticly correct word, you wont find it in the dictionary, but it’s being used either way.
Liten is the singular version of små, so the correct thing to say would probably be liten skade.
Nice one. Time to get drunk!Considering weekend schedules of many, the next roll will be on Monday.
Ready for battle,
his last one at anfield
less than a minute
Same here that post was shocking.Reported!
Same here that post was shocking.
Now have earworm of "Thatcher the man-milk snatcher" in my head!
At least my suggestion took into account the context; i.e. the girl at the desk, which nobody else seems to have hit upon. The assumptions that (a) she was a secretary and (b) secretaries are all female were not to be taken seriously, as the asterisked bit should have made clear.Same here that post was shocking.
How to Get Songs Out of Your Head
Unfortunately, there's no tried and true way to get songs out of your head once they're stuck in there. They can stick in your brain for anywhere from a few minutes to several days -- long enough to drive even the sanest person batty. Most earworms eventually "crawl out" on their own, but if a song is nagging you to the brink of insanity, here are a few tips to try:
1. Sing another song, or play another melody on an instrument.
2. Switch to an activity that keeps you busy, such as working out.
3. Listen to the song all the way through (this works for some people).
4. Turn on the radio or a CD to get your brain tuned in to another song.
5. Share the song with a friend (but don't be surprised if the person become an ex-friend when he or she walks away humming the tune).
6. Picture the earworm as a real creature crawling out of your head, and imagine stomping on it.
https://science.howstuffworks.com/life/inside-the-mind/human-brain/songs-stuck-in-head1.htm
You are I doubt anybody is serious here.At least my suggestion took into account the context; i.e. the girl at the desk, which nobody else seems to have hit upon. The assumptions that (a) she was a secretary and (b) secretaries are all female were not to be taken seriously, as the asterisked bit should have made clear.
Or am I being unnecessarily touchy
Phew!You are I doubt anybody is serious here.
Post shit about yourself.
Kissed my own cousin once.
Post shit about yourself.
Kissed my own cousin once.
Or @Billy Blaggs ’Should just get @Grylte s
Post shit about yourself
When I first heard of redcafe, I was told it was a porn site ala redtube and things of that sort. I believed.