My favourite thing from the first link above is that this dude is no older than 27 in this drawing.

My favourite thing from the first link above is that this dude is no older than 27 in this drawing.



If you believe in a Christian heaven, then the original slogan is still true. They should probably just go with “Red Bull. This shit will kill you” to be more secular.


Because the entire country has a foot fetish.


Ironicly, this was a protest song by an Italian artist who was annoyed that the Italian charts were being flooded with English language songs. He wrote it to point out that English songs sounded like gibberish to Italian speakers. It ended up being a huge hit.


It’s a piece of wood that measures 45mm x 95mm.
Depp is not a good actor. I was willing to overlook a lot, until I saw that fucker trying to dig a hole in a perfume ad. Worst.Acting.Ever.
It’s literally a joy division.


I take it you have no issue with someone coming to your house and murdering you, like Russia is doing in Ukraine.


Loving the combo of camo and hi-vis.
I’m going to guess by here you mean Scotland (given your username). An MOT (annual inspection) is not a service. The inspection is just to ensure the car is road worthy. Oil and filter changes, for example, are not a part of it.


That’s all us euros would expect from a nation comprised of the rest of the world’s rejects.


There’s around 15 000 satellites in orbit. Imagine there was only 15K cars on earth, and they could drive everywhere at random. How long do you think it would be before you even saw one, let alone there was a collision. Now imagine the area is much bigger, has an extra spacial dimension, and is being tracked and controlled.
Edit. There is, on average, a similar number of planes in the air as satellites, and mid-air collisions are extremely rare and usually only happen at choke-points like airports.


Veuve Clicquot. Nearly all the right letters, just the wrong order.


I think it’s a rule that countries that have been conquered by the french have to use those colours.


Or Trumps pubic bone.


I’ve heard the secret service had some interesting run-ins with a drunken Boris Yeltsin back when he used to stay there, so…maybe?
It’s a Scottish Aperol spritz.
We have the same cat. Aww too.