When I was 13 I was the one who knew the most of dirty jokes in ny class. I had learned them from my dad.
When I was 13 I was the one who knew the most of dirty jokes in ny class. I had learned them from my dad.
Any idiot in a car can kill me at any time, because he’s getting road rage. I’m living in Europe, grew up in the 80s where nuclear war was a very real danger that could break out any moment, vaporizing all the cities. Even though we were allies of the US, highways were prepared to be outfitted with nuclear mines so the Russians couldn’t roll all over Western Europe. We have a war right now next to our countries which could turn into WW3 at any time. A close friend of mine is Bosnian, she has seen the fighting in the Balkans few years agom
People kill each other all the time, because they consider each other bad persons. I just refuse to live in fear.
And the longer I live, the more I believe in violence as a legitimate defense. If someone shot Putin tomorrow, I would be happy. If someone had shot Hitler in the 30s the would would probably have been a better place.
So where is the line that divides killing someone is a good thing vs a bad thing? I used to believe it is always evil, but I can’t anymore.
Of the erogenous zones, breasts are the ones you can see most often. It may be different in the US, but where I grew up, topless sunbathing is quite a thing and I even saw a lot of boobs in shower soap commercials at 6pm on public TV as a kid. When my kids were babies, my (now ex-) wife would also just nurse them on a park bench - which also I isn’t unusual.
I was not breastfed as well (as couldn’t even digest my mother’s milk), still I like boobs very much. I find them very beautiful - and also like different forms and sizes.
I only don’t like boobs with silicone implants, they’re not soft and cuddly.
Dicht und Ergreifend (Guys rapping in Bavarian dialect) did crowd-surf in a porta-potty at the show I saw last year in Munich.
What a horrible day to be able to read.
I switched over to have water delivered to my home in glass bottles (fortunately multi-use glass bottles are still a thing here in Germany). It tastes so much better than the same brand from PET bottles.
(Why don’t I drink tap water? Because I want my water sparkling with CO2 bubbles, and I don’t like the simple carbonaton appliance)
The greatest - I don’t know. The most recent I used: I have this box of instant dark cocoa powder I bought around 5 years ago or so and it’s best before Sep 2023. I had a nice cup of hot cocoa with whiskey last night.
So Germany didn’t have dictator oppression in the 30s and 40s? You think we didn’t have propaganda and we didn’t just kill people for another opinion? And we had access to outside information?
I’m talking about a moral duty to oppose, to inform yourself in spite of all that. And I know it is not easy. We Germans failed that miserably.
The plabook Putin is playing, we’ve been through it and it is was what lead to WW2.
No, not all Russians are evil and deserve to die. But closing your eyes and playing oblivious to what’s happening out there, just believing the state propaganda and living in a position “oh it’s just the bad leader” is not a morally OK position.
If there is a dictator in your country you have some moral duty to find out at least a bit about the truth.
How do I know?
I’m German.
My grandparent’s generation was the one that actively closed their eyes, that actively looked away, that everything that happend was someone else’s problem. They were the Generation that arranged themselves, that did good business as long as it wasn’t them that were deported, killed or fought at in the war.
This is not a position that is morally OK, but this is what I see of a lot of Russians. Not all, but a lot.
Oh, so you think things are less insane here in EU? Ha!
What, are you telling me the posts in this community are fake news?
Staplerfahrer Klaus, a real classic. I even have it on DVD somewhere.
Heh, fortunately one pair of shoes in my shoe collection aren’t purple. They are a dark fuchsia. So I’m not gay.
I’m disappointed you didn’t reset the trip counter 69 miles ago.
No no, not the comfy chair!
Did you get a raise?
Both my kids favorite veggie was broccoli when they were small. I’d prepare it the way you’d get it in an Italian restaurant - small parts of it just bleached for a short time, so it stays firm, served with nice olive oil and salt. (And a bit of lemon, if I have it on hand)
Broccoli (like so many veggies) tastes awful when overcooked into a soft and mushy consistency (and then it also changes its taste in a bad way).
Here in Germany grandmas typically are amazing cooks, with the sole exception when they cooked veggies. That generation loved their vegs really soft and overcooked.