Sorry but I don’t think any country at this moment would be too happy to welcome fucking genocidal rapists maniac ex-convicted murderers.
The fact that at some point along the way they went “aww this is so cold and they’re shooting back at me, I’m off” doesn’t make those bastard war criminals something one would want as neighbours. And paid for it too lol. No thanks.
Not everything can be sorted with a cost-expenses spreadsheet.
Yeh there’s never money for reforms, then if there’s a war to fund or petrol involved they always find a few billion under three sofa.
Oh, I have a straight cousin too, he’s cool.
A friend of mine is a surgeon, and he told me he really struggles not to lose his shit when he hears people thanking God after he has been standing on his feet for multiple hours to save someone’s life.
I think it would be super awkward if you’ve been widowed.
I mean, you’re supposed to meet everyone again, including your former spouses who had been waiting for you.
He must have dumped her for her usage of punctuation.
Fucking hell, they are the most alien looking animals on the planet, they’re amazing.
Pizza marinara doesn’t have cheese.
The way I got my full A was… interesting.
So, in Italy (where I’m from) they changed the law two months before I got my B licence, in 1991.
Before then, a B would allow you to drive any bike, whereas after the change you had to take a written and driving test for the first A (125cc I believe?) then another for 600cc etc.
Long story short, I couldn’t drive bikes above 50cc with my B.
Fast forward many years, I moved to the UK, converted my B to its British version, stayed there 12 years, then moved back to Italy and made the conversion again.
I didn’t pay any attention to it, until a couple of years later when I walked to a shop to buy a scooter.
They needed a copy of my licence, so I picked it up, turned it around and noticed that it included the A as well.
“Hold on a second, what can I drive with this?”
"The guy has and look and went “EVERYTHING”, so I said to forget about the scooter and bought my first bike instead:)
Basically someone at the licence office fucked up when they converted from British to Italian, I never took any test. Oh well.
All good but I’d just like to point something out.
When you boil pasta you’re actually hydrating it, and it’s a process that occurs above 80C, you don’t need water to be boiling savagely.
In fact, it’s preferable to let pasta simmer, as full boiling is a bit too “violent” and tends to damage most kinds of pasta.
You know, when some pieces are broken and torn like when it’s overcooked? You can avoid that by keeping the temperature low.
Some people in Italy even turn the fire off after the water has started boiling ,as the water is hot enough to cook the pasta and keep it nice and firm.
Well an anti vaxxer supported by a racist fuck, what a beautiful campaign.
It’s the narrow thought process of one who has always lived in the she spot, I would imagine.
Man have you heard of Uber? If one has an emergency there are solutions to your convoluted example, you know.
In theory I’d agree with you. I don’t mind reading of nuances or different opinions than mine.
In general however, conservative media are worthless piece of shit embarrassments that I don’t want to waste time on.
There’s a difference between discussing with sometime with a different opinion, and stopping in the middle of the road responding to every deranged, mentally challenged ignorant mean crack addict who yells their vision of the world from the top of a soap box.
Yes.
If anything, traffic lights have often cameras, and they don’t give a shit if it’s night or not…
I don’t know what “being registered to vote” means exactly in the US, but intuitively it sounds like an unnecessary level of complication and an undemocratic practice.
Not that my country (Italy) can be taken as an example, but even being it the paradigm of red tape and overcomplicating things, people automatically get a voting card wherever they’re living and they vote.
It feels like there’s room for improvement tbh.
I saw a video once about a mother going all the way to a base to pick up her son.
That was in another Russian war, probably Afghanistan.
Anyway, she eventually talked him into deserting, with the help of his superior officers, who said they would turn a blind eye.
His argument for staying was basically “Yes, I kill people and I might end up dead myself, but I have a bit of salary in the meantime”.
It’s taught in schools, and anyway, you’re glossing over the fact that the poster above proved your claim wrong (Germans are all uncomfortable with their history), which is just plain false.
That’s not true at all, Germans make a big effort in remembering what they did and making sure it keeps being remembered.
As opposed to my country, Italy, where the attitude after the fall of Mussolini was “uh, oh well”.
I find “scientific” articles that use Fahrenheit to be quite bizarre.