Next you’ll be telling me that “So, how often do you flick the bean?” is not a great pickup line.
We get them a lot around here. They don’t make for good pets, but they keep the borogoves at bay.
Nowadays, a relevant part of the post-war and grandchildren’s generation is forcefully advocating the continued existence of precisely this capitalism. They believe that its “value-based liberalism” gives them the moral legitimacy to sweep away competing capitalisms because their competitors are not “liberal” but “authoritarian.” As if they were not subject to the same laws of the marketplace. The bottom line is that the “liberality” of the West lies only in the granting of no-cost freedoms, which are valid as long as one premise always remains untouched: submission to the principle of the exploitation of man and nature.
- K.-H. Dellwo
Wanna feel even more depressed? Nearly ¼ of the 21st century is already over.
I remember ice-skating every winter as a kid. Rivers were frozen over solid, too. Sometimes, there were two separate layers of ice on top of each other, each being several cm thick. It kind of went away in the late 90s. I guess everybody just thought the ice and snow would return someday. Now even snow has gotten really, really rare where I live.
They go bad, though? At least my nice white aspirin pills start crumbling and visibly yellowing after a few months. There’s no way me or even an entire family could swallow 500 until then.
Toni Lindgren is her name.
Smegma, des schmeckt’ma.
What comes out of that animal on the photo doesn’t look to different from what went in. So my guess is, you’ll just get ordinary beans mixed with some civet intestine lining and stomach acid and whatever else they ate during that time.
Some drink to remember, some drink to forget.
Especially after the Euro 2024.
Landing pages, too. Often with a corny Shockwave animation.