I'm torn. On the one hand, I want to run in fear of him. On the other, I want to punch him in the face.Ladies and gentlemen. I present to you "Happy" the new McDonald's mascot...
Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.So a couple guys decided to explore an abandoned bunker in the former GDR. They got more ball-balls than I would have. Plumbing deeper, they started passing graffiti that said "HILFE" ("HELP"), flooded corridors, and then more scrawled graffiti that said "Hallo Satan Ich Liebe Dich" (Hello Satan I Love You).
So here are the pictures they took. There was deeper to go, but they didn't want to ruin their shoes in the what basically amounted to sewer water in the flooded rooms/corridors and the battery in the camera gave out anyway, so they chickened out.
He'd have fucked up if he went on the second date.Man, he fucked up.
I'm pretty sure at some point we all do. But you might just have cardiovascular.Does this mean I have cancer?
I think at this point, cancer has you.Does this mean I have cancer?
Yeah, but this would take ~24 hrs to get to my destination, flying only takes 3. Plus, I'd probably get seat right next to the bathroom, and you'd be the one to take a dump.Holy crap, dude. Screw driving. Hell with planes. I'm takin' the freakin' bus.
I don't see how that's a problem for ME.Yeah, but this would take ~24 hrs to get to my destination, flying only takes 3. Plus, I'd probably get seat right next to the bathroom, and you'd be the one to take a dump.