Noooo… You got it all wrong, it’s the bottom soil you gotta slap. SMH

(If they gave their consent of course)

Basically a public masturbator, homeless by choice with an ego like a king who tells the mightiest man of his time to „stand out of his sun“.

The anthropomorphication of „become ungovernable“

Who’s the guy on the left? A Cobblin?

Elite?

looks up from OV Epic of Gilgamesh stone tablets

This shit right here was written before the word „elite“ even existed

smh

I like my woman like my coffee: Blonde and little bit bitter

Yeah… but he was a professor at Leeds university at the age of 32 and started teaching in Oxford at 33.

Sorry.

Nerf herder?

I have some CDs with a -1 track before the first track. Boy was my 15 year old self delighted when I stumbled upon these sweet extra songs!

No, John Patrick Villalon. But I see how you may get the idea

More like „Farming-Simulator: Red Alert“

The farmer and the farmhand are out in the field working. Suddenly the sky closes in and it looks like rain. The farmhand says to the farmer: “If we don’t hurry now, we’ll get soaked here.” The farmer says to the farmhand: “Then go into the house and get my wellies!” The farmhand says: “Why me? Why don’t you get your wellies yourself?” The farmer looks at the farmhand angrily and asks: “Who’s the farmer? Who’s the Farmhand?”

The farmhand goes into the house in a rage. The farmer’s wife and her pretty daughter are sitting at the kitchen table. The farmhand says to the two of them: “The farmer said you two should get naked so I can fuck you.” The two women look at each other. The farmer’s wife is surprised: “No, I don’t believe that. The farmer would never say something like that, would he?” “Yes, he would,” says the farmhand. “But I can ask again just in case.” He goes to the kitchen window and opens it. The farmer’s wife has followed him and is standing next to it. The farmhand shouts out into the field: “Farmer, both of them?” The farmer looks at the window and shouts back: “Both of course, you idiot!”

„Hallo, meinmeine Name ist Umberto und ich bin hier um Ihre Tochter zu ficken“

„UM WAS???“

„Umberto.“

I know a variant ending of this:

I messed up a bit. They were sending the thinnest wire they could build.

Just days later, the engineering team received their drillbit wire with a note attached: „The description got lost on the way. We didn’t know what to do with the rod you sent us, so we cut an internal threading into it. Best regards!“