No banana fixates on despising bananas, triggered by their sickly sweet aroma and mushy texture, fueling a relentless crusade against the yellow scourge. No one reads these anyway.
I guess it would depend on where one’s from then. I don’t, as a northern European, have any clue what the Macy Day parade is. One needs to be a chronically online person to know what a rick roll is in my country, and I would call that phenomenon massively widespread in our online culture (well, back in the day). Someone being “very much not online” and at the same time being aware of Rick rolling is an oxymoron to me.
The problem I had was “very-much-not-online” and knowing what a rick-roll is.
He knows what a rick-roll is. Sus.
107 fahrenheit is 42 celcius.
beep boop this was not sent by a bot
Especially with poor ventilation.
He’s a stupid idiot, read the title
My chair is from 1997 and its only issue is that it’s fucking bone hard
As someone who personally is in s romantic relationship I’ve always thought that it’s fucking weird to care about if others are single. I get why it’s done, culturally, but I think it’s a practice that should’ve been abandoned long ago.
Because you posted a very horsey meme, my window full of maces, and I apparently happened to make a slight impression when I posted some horsey memes myself some weeks back. Neigh, it behooves me to say, 'tis be not mine alt account!
If it were, I would have been able to call this one my mane, but now I have to crudely state that just to get the joke out of this horses mouth.
edit: spelling
Building a house without a fire exit
Most people here would definitely know the song. The song itself has become incredibly popular, of course. But the phenomenon of trolling someone with a rick-roll would be too obscure for someone described as “very-much-not-online”.
So that’s the context I made my comment in. Internet culture is huge here, but it lives on the internet. But hey, in no way am I the decider on what is normal elsewhere.