I can't even tell you what bad habits 14th century Norwegian farmers had.
I can't even tell you what bad habits 14th century Norwegian farmers had.
Just try comparing them to the Finnish!
Killing threads. Although maybe sometimes a thread just needs to die...
Something tells me we haven't seen the last of foreshadowing.
Letting your negative thoughts slip out in your offhand remarks.
Mordantly being influenced by AllWalker's negativity.
Negativity.
Something tells me we haven't seen the last of foreshadowing.
Overriding an attempt at cheer with more negativity.
Punching people in the face when you think they're being too negative.
Questioning the sincerity of someone who it putting on a big show of being negative.
Readily accepting that some people are just negative by nature, and it's all their fault.
Standing on the sidelines, refusing to speak out condemning negativity.
Tightening screws that the mechanic purposefully left loose.
Undressing your waitress with your eyes.
Viciously leaving an inadequate tip because the waitress fails to meet your standards of beauty.
Waitressing while insufficiently hot.
"You laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at you because I'm on nitrous."
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Xeroxing photos of the waitress from her porn star days, and sharing them with other customers.
Yelling "Could I have a hawter waitress, please?" to the manager.
Zeroing in on the hawter waitress
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
Accepting oral sex from hawt waitresses while other tables are impatiently waiting for their food.
Burping loudly while accepting oral sex from the hawt waitress.
Callously undertipping said hawt and remarkably obliging waitress afterwards.
Displaying your lack of charm to the other table after the waitress has finished.
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
Exiting the aforementioned fine dining establishment without thanking the management.
Forgetting to leave your flame thrower at home before visiting the popcorn factory.
So now they are just dirt-covered English people in fur pelts with credit cards.
Going to church naked.
Hiccuping loudly and repeatedly during the diva's aria.
Ignoring the very cool Botticelli game, if your screen name happens to be Zuul.
"You laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at you because I'm on nitrous."
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Jumping up and down impatiently as you wait for Zuul.
Knowing that you are about to let loose with an extra-smelly fart, but refusing to momentarily exit the small office you are sharing with others.
Loosing a fart in a crowded elevator.
Melting an ice lolly down someone's unsuspecting back.
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
Never having anything good to say about your coworkers.
Outing your friends embarrassing habits.
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
Peevishly refusing to give a guy a reach-around.
Quibbling over who owes whom a pint of blood.
So now they are just dirt-covered English people in fur pelts with credit cards.
Remembering too late to give that kindly old gentleman his parachute before he jumps out of the plane.
Slurping your drinks through a straw
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
Thinning the eggnog with urine at the office Christmas party.
Uttering the words to summon a fiery demon from Hell while visiting your niece's kindergarten.
Vacilating
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
Wishing that the wind would blow up the skirt of the cute girl ahead of you on the sidewalk.
X-raying very old people for hours on end.
Yelling in the ear of the person in front of you
In the land of the blind, the one-arm man is king.
Zapping French people with a high-powered laser from the top of the Eiffel Tower.
Abandoning my work on the list of bad habits. Tsk.
Babbling loudly and incoherently while watching a silent movie in a packed movie theatre.
Cramming an entire pizza into your mouth at a buffet.
So now they are just dirt-covered English people in fur pelts with credit cards.
Declining a napkin when offered to you by the horrified waiter.
Evacuating your stomach contents upon your table.
So now they are just dirt-covered English people in fur pelts with credit cards.
Finishing up by screeching Deutschland uber Alles.
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