I'm even pressing my own juice in the breaks between fixing my walls - I'm feeding magpies salt-free nuts, and in between - i fuck like i wanna fuck, and only ever for fun! Fuckin delta-man shit - eat it incels! I laugh, man! I laugh all the way over the waterfall - I laugh while we all go down...
It's like I cracked the secret code, all those fucking losers can only cry themselves to sleep over. Not only do I have it sorted, I'm doing real man-shit, like fixing holes in plaster walls
don't use a fancy juicer, they make cloudy mush, do it yourself with an old fashioned lemon squeezer, just twirl that shit until you got a full jug
m-m-mmm!
a female voice kept repeating "come on then!" over and over and over, like a mantra - like daring someone to something, and it went on for minutes "come on then! come on then!"
There was a show on TV about the statistically most common Norwegian name, Jan Johansen, and they located every Jan Johansen, and made a home visit episode. It was kind of an underwhelming show
I love when people think they can just "no, brother of same country - my language just sound strange, because i have bad day! trust! i simply speak your tongue, of different town you have yet to discover!"