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«Black Lives Matter! мне захотелось тату»
@dougmeet mariia___bk
Москвамясо
Москвамясо
😿 «не проливать слезы о влагалищах» 😿
😍
• I went to Moscow and got:
• «пиздаболах слез не лют»
• «московская пизда татуировка»
• «собачье мясо»
• «не проливать слезы о киске боли»
«черные огни имеют значение»
• «Я проливаю слез слезы»
• and, you don't even know what my back tats say:
• «Black Lives Matter!» • «Я проливаю слез слезы» • When M.F.K. Fisher fucked Jim Harrison and Andre Dubus in James Beard's Minivan after Le Degustation et Le Grande Flight del Porto! •
-- which is why THIS NEXT POST IS RELEVANT!
Mr. David Baddiel and his troubled ... unhinged
response to gyoza
***warning the most graphic of language regarding the eating and closely monitored with no racist false moves admitted to here regarding his actions at this restaurant chain's location, or their possible claim being either made or fact-based, which though heresay, stated that he [David Baddiel], was in fact, a food renegger, and the worst foulmouthed sousaphone since
M.F.K. Fisher fucked Jim Harrison and Andre Dubus in a minivan after a degustation et Le Flagrante Grande Flight del Porto!
[a]t Yo Sushi [W]orcester.
And I f***ing [sic - expletive against @instagram #instagram_kids @insta_gramprofanity #instagramtosviolation] eat *[sic incorrect usage asterisk] everything ^[sic incorrect usage carot].
[sic whitespace]
Also, they’ve [they have] changed the menu there [sic omitted comma]
• «Black Lives Matter!» • «Я проливаю слез слезы» • When M.F.K. Fisher fucked Jim Harrison and Andre Dubus in James Beard's Minivan after Le Degustation et Le Grande Flight del Porto! •
-- which is why THIS NEXT POST IS RELEVANT!
Mr. David Baddiel and his troubled ... unhinged
response to gyoza
***warning the most graphic of language regarding the eating and closely monitored with no racist false moves admitted to here regarding his actions at this restaurant chain's location, or their possible claim being either made or fact-based, which though heresay, stated that he [David Baddiel], was in fact, a food renegger, and the worst foulmouthed sousaphone since
M.F.K. Fisher fucked Jim Harrison and Andre Dubus in a minivan after a degustation et Le Flagrante Grande Flight del Porto!
[a]t Yo Sushi [W]orcester.
And I f***ing [sic - expletive against @instagram #instagram_kids @insta_gramprofanity #instagramtosviolation] eat *[sic incorrect usage asterisk] everything ^[sic incorrect usage carot].
[sic whitespace]
Also, they’ve [they have] changed the menu there [sic omitted comma]
so now there’s [ hardly any actual raw fish on rice].
I said to the waitress: “
Have they changed the name to NoSushi?”
Nothing.
Not even a smile.
so now there’s [ hardly any actual raw fish on rice].
I said to the waitress: “
Have they changed the name to NoSushi?”
Nothing.
Not even a smile.
Before the lights get hot, before his stand-up gig begins looking
for all intents and purposes for which the Buyer
intends to use the Contract Quantity to satisfy its obligations under
the Order, which is described as a Lot Type Bid -- something, as this is something he found, neurotic, intent is a purpose; something that is intended, while purpose is an object to be reached; a target; an aim; a goal.
Jewish, British, comedian, whose level of stardom hovers somewhere between Louis CK, post grope, and scrubby Jim Gaffigan (no grope in site, and we're bored), the kid ... works clean.
Jewish, British, comedian, whose level of stardom hovers somewhere between Louis CK, post grope, and scrubby Jim Gaffigan (no grope in site, and we're bored), the kid ... works clean.
I have already thought of the restaurant where the strange Frankenstein one-man stand-up act, le monstre IS so great HE can but rival Lou and Abbot,
Jerry and Dean,
and George and Gracie -- why, it would grab a little Chicken and an Egg Roll -- right there at that horrible American Chinese chain restaurant your parents insist is better than the real Chinese Chinese restaurant farther down the street in the strip mall-- where Louis CK and Jim Gaffigan ARE dining, eating Chinese-American food previous to theirs and David's 9 PM Comedy Show at the mid-sized University venue downtown -- the intimate 1,400-seat theater named for the local newspaper magnate, Arts benefactor -- wen, up walks David's server, looking like he's either just robbed TWO banks or done to hot rails in Chang's Poo Poo Room, saying,
'Hi. My name is Stephen. I'll be your server tonight. P. F. Changs.
May I start you?
Don't look at me dat way, man.
Tings dat luk like goodness to drink, mahn?'
A 'Gyoza,' which in your comment of +3d ago, you rhetorically ask its
cultural
authenticity and regional authority of methods utilized to keep traditional food popularly consumed in Japan and Asian countries, methods, including, 'fried,' the variation for which Mr. Baddiel opts for and regrets, convincingly explaining why his is not the best review, then giving hell on that same, sad, fried, dough-pillow of porky goodness and soy sauce and vinegar.
Mr. Baddiel complains, his preference for dish x in question, fried gyoza, whose picture Mr Baddiel provides for this Tweet, probably owing to the fact that he is not worried about being extradited by Her Majesty the Queen's Royal invocation to President Trump for whatever it is he might have now done to earn such a hard invitation to reject in a country where things are perhaps a little less fastidious than he may be accustomed.
There is some question among a divided group of Internet organizations, such as the Internet Overlord overseen and co-established by one of the six great Internet beasts lording over its agency of servitude and constant flux, the great hallowed beneficiary and lovechild's daughter was more like six years younger than she said she was.
@T's more unorthodox twist on this very same business model, Twitter, whose major distinguishable difference is its sitewide policy and enforced maximum limiting of length of each post (Tweet) to the controversial maximum number of characters allowable -- internet experts write about third-party, social media, geoculinary history, all the time
@T @Twitter -- technically more 'twitter': a virtual mirage, or perhaps, more closely resembling an obfuscatory 'dark shadow web' doppelganger inadvertently sanctioned and hosted by each country's state, city and district, where there postal service offers for rental a dedicated addressable brick and mortar Post Office box, auto-posting parasitical sisterling mirror proxies, archiving as initial conglomerator / intermediary / virtual amanuensis / forward-post site; now, subverting Tweetgiant Twitter through rakes and @T's consuming neuroses, URL hostaging, if he were witty, maybe piratical sharecropping, or perhaps, voluntary abrogation of virtual rights previously consigned by you on your contract, whereby all (not just you, baby) who upon signing invisible paperless contract in order to utilize hot site (x) (i didn't mean it that way, but now that I think about it, that works), do whatever it is that one would never normally do under such extreme anti-conducive duress, concerning time frame for posting photographs of yourself on an extremely good hair day, before work, so a digital submission of virtual signature for the pleasure, or pay to do the same, but with money as a 'paying member,' enabling direct access to your financial information, AND you get to participate in the service which the site offers completely free without the key to your house.
It would have been non-viable, or she would have been advised to terminate the pregnancy for the health of the mother, too young to foster him herself, his almost came through of cigarettes and a father, recently knighted by her Majesty in his ultimate magniloquence, Sir Tim Warners-Lee the tangential potentate at server hub
HQ W3C, where you will find Tantek Cilek, on his own, senior self-radicalized, semantic champion, and unflagging promoter of its new coding iteration, clean, compact, HTML5, and its queer eye for the straight guy's put together little friend CSS3, thought up by buddy inventor, that Eric Meyers, Cleveland genius well hailed, with more years between the two than any others, besides newly made OBE, the Knight whose invention he helps oversee, and for whose non-participation, its benefit may just have ultimately overridden itself to our detriment.
And publishing one's own intellectual property by proxy through a third-party site or social media host such as Instagram and Facebook, whose parent company is now the same, and which makes that company and its sub-companies, almost 90% of all of the social network and ad revenue profit which by hard work, merit and longevity, you secured the first foothold in the burgeoning super-industry, along with the other giant of its glory Steve Jobs, whose absence from its stage somehow brightens his celebrity and celerity in the minds of the public as to who is and will always be the first, the brightest, the earliest to mourn, the most aesthetically pleasing, and the much more enigmatic, attractive candidate for Legacy Internet Guy (but not tonight, intrusive voice in my head only I can hear.Away with you.
