Taking place in England the owners of the yard slowly kept adding sections to the contraption so when the squirrel learned one section and got the nuts, they’d add another section. It took over 2 weeks to get to the final product you see in the video.
donald trump way too fuckin rich to be lookin tore up as he is
every rich person who does not use their money to flex is a dumb motherfucker and i hate them. why the hell you got money n u not lookin good w it? dumbass
here’s the thing: he thinks he is flexin. He’s utterly without aesthetic knowledge or the wisdom to recognize value, so if you just tell him something is expensive, he instantly thinks it’s good and he’s better than you for having it. So he does stupid shit like buy expensive italian suits without getting them taken in, or getting fake tans and hair plugs without thinking about how they look because they cost him a lot, so it must look good. So he looks like an unusually large toddler in his sunday suit from the husky boys section of Men’s Warehouse who got into mommy’s makeup kit, and it cost him 10 large to look like that.
Oh thats scarier to think than that hes not trying. Dont say that
i think my fav thing about griffin as a dm is that instead of going “unfortunately the ooze is immune to slashing damage :/” he says “if you were making a pb&j sandwich and you dropped some jelly on the counter, would you take a knife and just start cutting at it you dumb son of a bitch”
I’ll tell you what’s ferocious. Freddie’s comeback to Sid calling him “Freddie Platinum” when they were recording down the hall from each other at London’s Wessex Studios (Queen for News of the World, Pistols for Bollocks).
Sid Vicious made the mistake one day of bursting into Queen’s control room and antagonizing their frontman. “Have you succeeded in bringing ballet to the masses, then?” he sneered. “Oh, yes, Simon Ferocious,” Mercury replied. “We’re trying our best, dear.”
Then, according to Queen biographer Daniel Nester, Freddie rose from his chair and began to playfully flick the safety pins displayed on the front of Sid’s leather jacket. “Tell me,” he asked, “did you arrange these pins just so?” When Sid stepped forward in an attempt to intimidate Freddie, the singer simply pushed him backwards and inquired, “What are you going to do about it?” Sid immediately backed down. [x]
Freddie Mercury may very well have had the biggest dick energy of anyone who ever lived
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