One of the greatest cultural losses that took place between my grandparents generation and my parents generation, and completely extinct by mine, was the idea of company, of random and unexpected visitors, the “we were just passing by” pop-ins.
The smear campaign against vanilla—a unique, elegant, deeply chic flavour undeserving of associations to blandness—will be repurposed for the true villain: Melon Fruits
Mann getur dreymt hvað sem er. Heilinn getur kallað fram bókstaflega hvað sem er þegar maður er sofandi. Svo af hverju ákvað hann að mig ætti áðan að dreyma páfagauk að skíta upp í mig?
They usually say it in different ways like "this class is pointless I shouldn't have to take it" which is subtext you'd notice if you pay attention in humanities classes