Do you want to bait all the pitbull haters? Because that's how you bait all the pitbull haters.

Bah ils se sont fait du blé pendant des années sur des viols et des abus sexuels sur mineurs non ? Si ça peux taper un peu dans votre portefeuille, ça vous fera les pieds mes cons. Même si c'est pas grand chose.

Un peu ouais. On me prend soit pour un Belge soit pour un Suisse parce que j'utilise septante, huitante et nonante. C'est quand même pas ma faute si c'est plus civilisé comme nombres 😎

Thanks but I already knew she was a piece of shit.

Said it already, the slow death is accepting that the treatment should go to those who can afford it. That's the unacceptable compromise for leftists...

What can I say, my Gary is called anarchism 😛

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Nothing beats that one I had when I was around 8.

I was spending a few days at my aunt's place. She lived in an apartment building and my best friend lived a couple floors up. At evening, my aunt tells me that my mom is waiting for me at my friend's place. So I take the elevator, go up there, get out of it and see that the door is wide open. I get inside and there's only my mom there, in the middle of the living room. The situation finally weirds me out, why would she come here and where's my friend and her family? When I ask those questions, it gets weirder: whatever I have in front of me isn't behaving like my mom, worse, even though it tries to smile, tries to sound reassuring, that thing looks at me with predator's eyes. I ask it "who are you?" which makes it take a step toward me, still smiling. Fight-or-flight response triggers and I get the shit out of there, slamming the door on my way out (thanks dream for also locking it). While I'm frantically pressing the elevator button, whatever's wearing my mom's skin bashes at the door, trying to get out while hurling insults at me in that cliché demonic voice. Fortunately, I woke up just as the thing broke through it.

Je te comprends, j'ai pas eu mes huit heures cette nuit (plutôt quatre en fait) et j'ai l'impression que je vais tomber sur le cul.

Et puis t'excuses pas pour le français, t'es ici pour pratiquer après tout. Y en a, on devinerait pas que c'est leur langue maternelle tellement c'est difficile de les déchiffrer.

I once torn my left shoulder's rotator cuff. How? By jumping while extending my right arm to touch the ceiling 🤣

Moi ça va. J'ai l'impression de baigner dans la trempette comme le juge DeMort dans Roger Rabbit mais tout va bien 😁