You’re in a news grave, Peter!
You’re in a news grave, Peter!
I’m just saying I’ve seen plenty germans text that misspelling. “are we going to the wet tomorrow?” would be a classic misspelling of a German writing English
it was probably written in a text
getting a handy in Germany is not what you think it is
dude, this is powerful trolling - congrats
I mean, dangling the concept of a moisture farming teen in front of us, and then dropping that entire cinematic arc in favour of some space wizard bullshit? Like, hello? Know your audience?
Rogue One and Andor are the only watchable things that have come out in the last few years.
Llama 90B was the last one I tested, I have no idea how the newer ones fare
Is that the Bacardi Bat hanging upside down off a pirate Fez?
Is that a baby rat with a bird tail, perched on a branch?
Oliver’s army is here to stay
Oliver’s army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
I don’t know why she’s nervous, she clearly knew the spec well and didn’t have to resort to modern abstraction frameworks to serve a simple static site.
Transubstantiation remains a reprehensible pseudophilosophical topic.
I’ll compromise: they’re about as politically neutral as the US democratic party is left-wing.
Beautiful, just beautiful. This! This is why we’re spending all that effort unwrapping those scrolls that Vesuvius tried to bury for some reason all those millennia ago.
Malfoy suppresses his rage. He knows for sure that Fred had a bigger dick, but has to settle with George’s piece.
BBC
Are you serious? The BBC are literally a government mouthpiece, with a subversive right-wing bias. When Labour is in power, they over-report every misdeed, and when the Tories are in power, they maybe raise an eyebrow as the country burns. The last BBC director was a major Tory who received a sizeable bribe from his party during his tenure.
The boy who survived has never talked about the incident. Can you imagine coping with the guilt of feeling the warmth of your classmates cocooned around you fading gently away one by one, leaving you alone with only the memory of their sacrifice…
I’m trying to work what kind of film genre that would be.
Probably a mix between 1950s film noir (read: well-dressed white men in fedoras slapping hysterical dames) and 1970s blaxploitation film (read: well-dressed black pimps in capes slapping back-talking street workers).
The fusion of tropes probably means that the women depicted are either given cartoonish-level plot armour to endure the abuse, or, more darkly, never make it past the first scene.