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The world’s coolest song, now in dazzling 8-bit glory.
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german
Oh Gott
Ich hab das damals immer in meiner...
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So, one of my friends was walking down the street and she saw...
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(I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)... ...
german
Oh Gott
Ich hab das damals immer in meiner Schule (7. oder 8. Klasse?) auswendig vorgetragen und meine alte Deutschlehrerin hat davon Kopfschmerzen bekommen lmao
Sweet it’s Rhabarbarbabara
You are fluent in German if you manage this.
TILL THE BITTER END.
It works better if you drink beer in between
one of my favourite videos
NST
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So, one of my friends was walking down the street and she saw Aladdin in a chipotle
You think I’m joking don’t you
omfg
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- (I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)
- Me: “So, where’s your mom at?”
- Boy: “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”
- Me: “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”
- Boy: “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”
- (I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)
why the fuck cant we text the police
lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you
Here in Canada you can
Here in England we just… scream and run
Here in Scotland we paint our faces and run towards the murderer
Here in Australia you are the murderer
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partybarackisinthehousetonight:
my grandma put a little piece of her birthday cake in the garbage can and i was like why the heck did you do that and she said “it’s important to leave some for the raccoons because what if it’s a raccoon’s birthday and no one remembers??”
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tall:
look at that guy on the left he is so photogenic i bet there is a stock photo of him laughing with a salad
fixed that for you
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And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.
The blogger is a shy, docile creature…
… that prefers the darkness…
… and tends to be wary of the outside world.
The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.
We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…
… but to no avail.
I am so glad this is back
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Politeness has become so rare that some people mistake it for flirtation.
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