La pomme d’eau. La pomme de terre. Le pomme de feu. La pomme d’air. Il y a très longtemps ces quatre patates vivaient en harmonie. Mais un jour, la pomme du feu décida de passer à l’attaque.
i don’t even fucking speak french but I fucking know what that last comment says
ok what if there were nightclubs that instead of being dark and full of techno music were warmly lit and played classical music and everyone came dressed really nice and ballroom danced
remember back in m*ddle sch**l when ppl would say “oh so you called me a b*tch? well b*tch is a dog, dogs bark, bark is on a tree, a tree is nature, and nature is beautiful, so thanks for the compliment ;)” bc that’s what some of you guys’ arguments sound like
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The fact middle school is censored is adding an indescribable aura to this post.
