I suppose no one’s thought of “abracatabra” yet?
I suppose no one’s thought of “abracatabra” yet?
Man in the last panel: “what were you talking about again?”
If I took a shot every time someone said “language evolves” on Lemmy, I’d be fucking dead.
I don’t think you could get the speakers of all the European languages to agree on which one is normal.
You should clarify that you have to use a particular kind of bleach heavily diluted, and that it’s only common practice in the Americas.
Many of us aren’t American. The assumption that we are remains an annoyance on this website.
I don’t know much about coding, but I know Cuneiform isn’t an alphabet.
What’s HEMA if not the Dutch department store?
That is daft, but it does tickle me when someone’s ringtone is set to that “warning! It’s the wife!” one.
Can’t you stick some material over the lights to dim them? Or is that illegal?
A few weeks ago, I was going down some stairs at a train station. I’m one of those people who always climbs stairs two at a time, just can’t help myself. I saw this one fella going downstairs two at a time. I gaped at him like he was the master of my craft.
Bit like an internet feudalism in a way!
That reminds me of the time I went to a roller disco as a child, having just seen Mr Bean at the pictures that afternoon (this one: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bean_(film)). There’s a bit at the end where Mr Bean’s in a convertible waving at everyone he sees, when this hard knock rides up on a motorbike and responds with the middle finger, so Mr Bean naïvely copies the gesture and ends up sitting high up on the back of the seat giving the finger to everyone and no one. Ironically enough, I was too young to know what the finger was, so I just naïvely copied the gesture myself and started skating in circles around this sports hall giving the finger to everyone and no one. I don’t remember anyone doing anything about it either!
God, finally someone else is saying it. I feel like a stick in the mud whenever this comes up.
My mum’s got a great anecdote about how the doctor came around about my cough when I was a newborn, and he came into a room full of local mums all fawning over me in my cot and chugging away.
Now try the Welsh name for it: Swydd Gaerwrangon.