I was born in Victorian Britain and have a very mirthful air about me.

So one day I was going about my merry business, being my jovial self.

When I’m walked a creature that saw what I was about, smiled at me and said ‘well aren’t you the gayest person I’ve met all day’.

I’m not sure how to feel tbh

You’re not really seeing it, though, your seeing it’s distant past

I don’t know what your dentist is on (he must be high on something) to agree to remove all your teeth at once.

I had all my wisdom teeth pulled and they did that two per side, as otherwise the sedative would relax the tounge muscle, which might cause you to choke. After that I got sent home with a big stack of painkillers (NSAIDS, no opiates).

I’d look for a different dentist tbh, but thats a bit late now.

Lol funny that there’s a circumstances where polluting is an actual argument held over big oil

sharcutery

Is that where the meat part of the board is just hakarl, fermented shark?

Like impossibly thin?

That’s a pretty blessed life

Thnx!

As a gun noob I’m quite lost in this thread. Anyone mind shedding some light on this?

Before the revolution, and for most of the nineteenth century there was hardly any common French idea. Like with most countries, community and tradition are recent inventions.

Graham Robb in ‘the discovery of France’ has the perfect analogy that a French dialect only carried as far as the nearest church bell. People a valley further would speak a different vernacular.

Maybe it’s a real Donkey Chotte

Will do, Hank!