You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you, you piece of shit!
You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you, you piece of shit!
Etymologically, it derives in some way from the Norse-Germanic war god Tyr (akin to French “mardi”, “day of mars”, ig).
All the more reason to reduce productivity. Flatten the curve, lower expectations. Tuesday is the scab of weekdays. The other days need to strike.
We really should start celebrating T u e s d a y s.
Khorne will be happy either way.
And I’m proud to be a part of that.
Dammit, I hadn’t had that association yet.
What does it mean to flip toilet paper when replacing it? Like, putting it in the right way and wrong the next time? How does that make him right “either way”? At best, that makes him right 50% of the time. Sorry, but this just makes no fucking sense. Or am I missing something?
Michmicher, Zuhausis, nehmt die Tastaturen, nehmt die Mäuse zur Hand!
Es flüstert die scheißige Pfostenproduktion!
Das heißt “Zornlockmittel”!1!1!!1!11!!!
Revive Lenin and have some stroke medication on hand?
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.
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.
Holy hell. Those are the things they’re willing to admit? Then what the fuck do they still have in hiding?