Are you a left or right wing?!”, the dark ominous figure booms.
I know it’s over.
“I-I’m a d-democr—“
Instantly I lose all bodily functions. I collapse to the floor, screaming in agony, spasming.
The great Ben Shapiro stands over my lifeless body.
“Libtard has been owned.”
Are you a left or right wing?!”, the dark ominous figure booms.
I know it’s over.
“I-I’m a d-democr—“
Instantly I lose all bodily functions. I collapse to the floor, screaming in agony, spasming.
The great Ben Shapiro stands over my lifeless body.
“Libtard has been owned.”
stop trying to talk japanese if you don't even know it
like the word ばか that means idiot in japanese, but the wannabe japanese idiots will always try to type those words in the romaji, they type "baka", i hate seeing shit like that, stop trying to talk japanese if you don't even know it
like the word ばか that means idiot in japanese, but the wannabe japanese idiots will always try to type those words in the romaji, they type "baka", i hate seeing shit like that, stop trying to talk japanese if you don't even know it :|
Tiffany's chandelier
twitchquotes:I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.
I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.