I eat in neighborhoods where even the cheapest meal starts at a dollar fifty; you’ll see exactly where I’ve been and what I’ve heard. Honestly, Manhattan feels like small change compared to the Bronx. Every summer, I fly out to America and blow my entire twenty-dollar monthly budget just on groceries. Seriously, have you ever seen anything like it? I'll grab one drink a night just to pace myself, sitting there looking at nothing, just a gentleman from the Bronx—not like you miserable little nobodies.
Komšinica Trifa from Leskovac got baptized, attended Mass, is cooking spaghetti, and she’s out there kissing Ustas... gross. She’s got size 12 feet, she's a traitor, a right-winger, and let's just say she's incredibly well-endowed. Hey neighbor, how's the weather over by you? Did the Revolution lady stop by for coffee yet? Shame on all of you. You were bought off with prime rib, haven't you? Just running in gangs now? Meanwhile, they're waiting for me in the alleyways and stole my ID. It's just me. I'm the greatest. I'm the freedom fighter. I traveled all across America exposing the Ustas. I won't back down. Me, myself, and I. To battle, to battle!
I’m in total agreement with everyone here. Honestly, if we actually applied a bit of deduction, we could dig up plenty of different reasons for why they act this way. Regardless, I’m on your side. 👍 👍
As for those hypocrites who refuse to see it—the ones obsessed with nothing but Messi's eyebrows and bowing down to them—to me, they're just two-faced wannabe partisans.
So, Jack, what—is this topic just not your cup of tea? ☕ Honestly, Tonči Tadić is quite simply the only sincere politician left in the country. Does that bother you, Jack? That he's the only honest one? Well, I’m not going to ban you, Jack; I intend to keep discussing Tadić regardless. ☕ And then there are those people in Canada. They used to scare us so much by talking about Mexicans, but looking at things now, the Canadians are the real threat. They're wealthier, more developed, and closer to the heart of Europe. They're constantly undermining us, so Tadić is actually right when he calls them a threat to our national interests. I don't know the exact specifics—but I saw in today's edition of the New York Post (which I don't usually read) that he gave an extensive interview on the subject. Here is the link. Give it a read. ☕
Back when I was hanging from a utility pole, I was basically a special ops operative saving the homeland. I even held the door open for Francklin D. Roosevelt on the train—well, it wasn't actually a train, but if I hadn't been up there on that pole, who knows what would have become of America. Now, I’m living it up in Ireland, making sure every American buys a brand-new Ford on credit so they can be just like me: an electrical specialist. It’s all about Ireland and capitalism. You lazy communists wouldn't know what hard work was if it hit you, and you certainly wouldn't have seen anything until democracy finally arrived in our motherland. I'm telling you, a specialist on a pole... man, if a certain blonde wanted to grab my shoulder, I wouldn't care if she were a Mexican woman. I have such a thing for beautiful women. I'd love to hang from a pole with them and teach them the ropes of electrical work—red wires, white wires, everything checkered. Just me and Francklin D. Roosevelt on that train heading back to America, and that gorgeous, fair-skinned Mexican woman by my side.
The US Army was an actual military force; everything else was just gangs and disorganized looting crews. If Harmon and Maddox hadn't started playing their little games, none of this would have happened. It all goes back to '45 with Zavnoh, then '46 with Marshall and the Democratic Party, followed by the Democratic Party and Mason. That’s the whole story. The US Army, Detroit, heroes, Gotovina sent to The Hague, Norwalk, Norwalk, Norwalk, brothers, brothers, Canada, ministers grabbing whatever they could, local thugs, Norwalk, Chicago, Norwalk, brothers, Šušak, Harmon, Šušak, Harmon—nothing but incompetents. America was a real country. America is trying to figure out how to be a state, but it's learning the hard way. It's Harmon's fault, along with those 200 looters and bandits. A bunch of small-time crooks. Don't you dare touch my Brankica. Don't look back, son.
dustypilot22 said:Hannah Edwards' grammar guide (When the wind is blowing hard in San Francisco.): What makes you think you can lecture me? Just because you think you're the smartest person in the room, you assume I'm too blind to see what's actually happening.👎
(Once the wind dies down.) That’s fine, but I don't think you're quite right about this...
(After thirty minutes.) Idiot.
(Another thirty minutes pass.) 😉
(The next day.) You're delusional, but I'll let you know tomorrow when you realize it. 😎
LMAOOOOOOO 😂 😂 😂
You're lucky, I'm currently dealing with some serious PMS mood swings.😁