Yeah, sometimes I think of of Eastern Europe as a dream.
It sounds like such a fanciful place.
Occasionally you have have little fairies labeled as Gypsies, who steal your underwear or the lead off your church roof.
Then you have strange hob-goblins from other lands attemtp to be offended when you eat pork.
But whenever I think of you, those people who are deep down inside of it...
I think you Serbian/Croation/Yugoslavian...
You r a nigger, and I don't like you
Cream cheese man be balkophobic.
He think Balkan Eastern Europe when it Southern Europe.
He think Balkan Slavic when they only speak a Slavic language.
Cream cheese fumes turn his brain into mush.
I occasionally wonder what it would be like to meet you, in real life.
Would we get along?
We are such different people, after all.
I can't imagine your life, eating pickled pork, or whatever you do, and I am sure you can't imagine my life, riding the subway with niggers and not stabbing them, which I do on a daily basis.
But you know what?
I am glad we have such a diverse website, where people from all over the world can bitch about their problems, together.
And if @Suplex was still alive, I would love it if you met him in a 10'x10' steel cage match, no holds barred, American Professional Wrestling Style.
That would be my dream.
IDK, I find the concept of a whole city where people are forced to work 12 hour shifts in cream cheese factory very alien and unrelatable. Do they force you to sing, too?
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