People keep talking about black friday shopping and hunting for good deals, and all I really want is a picture of Kraven the Hunter in a lingerie store that’s having a sale on underwear and have him holding up leopard print panties with the caption: Kraven on the hunt for killer deals (or deadly deals or sexy steals or something that’s actually clever idk)
Translation: There once was a man who lived in the country where people don’t wear underwear and this man gave his son a pair of underwear and told him “Watch out son, there are thieves and such.” So his son went on near a palm tree to take a crap and he did it in his undies because he forgot to take them off. When he didn’t see it, he said: “Oh my, they even steal shit?”
Ooo, could you post the romanisation/transliteration for this?
Here is my lame attempt at the transliteration of the joke:
kan wa7d rajl sakn f l3robiya fin kaynin nas li ma kay libsoch sleep, o had rajl 3ta lwldo sleep o gal li ‘hndak a wldi, kaynin chfar o hadi’ o mcha wldo 7da chi nkhla bach ykhra o daro fsleep 7ayt nsa y7aydo, o min ma chafhach gal ‘awili, 7ta lkhra kay chfroha’
Said I’m gonna get through this I gotta get through this I can’t take my, can’t take my mind off you…
Give me just a second and I’ll be all right Surely one more minute writing couldn’t break my heart Give me an extra day then I’ll be okay Just another day and then I’ll turn it in
When the words are pouring like the rain I close my eyes and they’re gone again When will I get the chance to say I’m finished I pretend that you’re already done Then my heart ain’t breaking every time I look at the word dooooocccccccccccccc
Sleep was once a friend. Someone who made me forget everything and took me to a place where everything was alright. Now, I’ve lost that friend, and they’re not the same friend they once were. They’ve left me to conquer my demons alone, and just laying to rest at night puts me on edge. I don’t want to feel that way anymore. I want to go back to that dark, calming void, knowing when the next day comes, yesterday will be gone, and left in the dust of the fast approaching morrow. I’ve begun to regret choosing the night over sleep now that it’s turned its back on me, I wish things were back to the way they were. I miss when sleep was my escape, one I could always depend on. Maybe this will be something I’ll just have to get used to.
I was fully convinced for a minute that I could turn back time, so I figured I’d go back a couple hours so I could drink more root beer and to ignore the creative impulse itching me. But I think I’d go back when I was at the grocery store earlier tonight and buy the bigger pack of shredded cheese. Yeah, that’s what I’d do with my new found time powers.