If I took a shot every time someone said “language evolves” on Lemmy, I’d be fucking dead.
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.
I think you have to sit in a particular corner of society to hear “I’m rotting”, or whatever this person hears, enough to feel the compulsion to write this.
Ah, not strictly. I think in this case it’s that this particular Pole spends too much time on the internet and so takes references to twittter posts as idioms.
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.
Even a sauce breaded and deep-fried isn’t that weird; it’s basically what a croquette is.
Well, I don’t agree that making an offensive joke is necessarily being an arsehole, but I suppose you are right in principle.
Oh mijn god, de röntgenzekerheidsschroevendraaier!
Now he’s Sitting Straight, I suppose. Sorry, that’s in awful taste.
Alternative caption: Google Translate is not a serious translator.
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.
I suppose no one’s thought of “abracatabra” yet?