Wait until you guys hear about Lust seasons ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I musn’t paint away… I musn’t paint away… I musn’t paint away!

I do love a good Simpson reference, but Quebec and Mexico are to France and Spain the same way the USA is to England… we speak the same language as our European counterparts, but with a world of difference in accents and slang

laughs in Québecois

This is just missing “in a room with no windows even though the apartment has a front and back balcony”

the saga continues

I’m sorry but coal is perfectly safe. Weak liberal girly men just can’t handle hard work. My little brother just started working in the mines at the age of 8, and already he’s developed quite the healthy cough

ya got me good you silly goose 🪿

Her work with Critical Role is amazing

Get in the slice of life anime, Shinji

In typical North American and UK English dialects, “bi” and “eye” are pronounced the same. “Bi-“ prefixes are almost never pronounced as you would in some French, Spanish, or Italian dialects (ex “bicycle” vs “bicyclette”) where you would rhyme “bi” more with “bee” as in a honey bee.

I could be wrong. My knowledge of Spanish isn’t profound, and my Italian is even worse (although I do speak with my hands a lot) but I am a French Canadian and speak with a lot of French people (both Parisian and non-Parisian) so you can bet your baguette on that part.

I believe cum is to coom as who is to whom

coom

Have you never seen a goliath bird eating spider?

Yes sorry my internet presence can be a wild ride. I never know if I lob a comment too far but that sweet sweet validation is like UberEats and a stolen credit card to a racoon

What shit that was a typo, that’s what I meant to say. I stole that joke off a creep comedian in jail so I won’t credit them but it’s a fairy that flies around with a bicycle pump at night, and gives a little pump each night to all the little estrogen receivers and achievers across the world

May the breast bump fairy visit you thrice this night

When the government tried to take away transfats, I sat and didn’t fight

When the government tries to take away transrats, I stand on haunches and bite

There will be no cheeses for the angry meeces, only traps coming down to snap your neck in pieces

May your tails knot and bind you together, vile rodent mob. You will not find my company amongst thee

“God I wish I’d shoot him like I shot that kid back in Vietnam”

Ostie d’gang de chodé