well, that happened to me a couple of times. i'll be 39 this dec, but been in conversation where i unintendedly said i'm 39 already. actually, i don't give a flying fuck, your state of soul defines your actual age

to be correct, it was a writing contest in a newspaper. same rules: write a story using only 6 words. and yes, he won

damn right, because internet never forgets

ffs, thats János Kádár!!:))

ive eaten rabbit stew. it was delicious. ive eaten horse sausages. liked it as well. maybe its the stone age in me but if its tasty, nutritious and wont kill me, well, i'll eat it.

in style now or not, i always liked this on girls

as a rope access technician, while i love the look, i tell you it's a hellova job to clean such buildings

very vanilla, such scent

respect. i work as a rope access technician, said those words, meant that

books

it looks like his hair is made of pubic hair

jesus on a pogo stick! and this bloke is actually running for presidency, now that's a global warning

no dent on the sign or the pole so didn't hit it. must had a strong wakewind

best chestity belt

how Pandora looks like in autumn

you naive fool. it's been watching you from the plane of iniquity for 3 years, made only a few minor changes in your life but those alltogether lead you to make a certain summoning cicle so it can enter our plane

paw(ned)

at least it's plugged

it's fucking huge

WH40K!

i know this game! sooo..... where's that Waldo guy?

he looks like young Torrente and this would totally fit the character