>Amerifats
Are you trying to fat shame?
its true. lady in pic is below average tho, thats what a skinny person here looks like now
the jews did this
What counts as western Europe?
pink nipples
France, Benelux, British Isles
france
belgium
netherlands
the good parts of germany
switzerland
the good parts of italy
the good parts of the UK
>capital of new york
>albany
>not new york city
i swear to god someone should be sued for this
>>59903407
In most states the biggest city isn't the capital but yeah it's especially retarded in the case of New York.
>Capital of California
>Sacramento
>Not Los Angeles
a lot of places have their capital not in the most populated city
Canada, Australia, Brazil etc
I got too drunk yesterday to remember that I had made this thread, so now i'll post it again to actually post in it
Help me learn dutch and danish please
>learning danish voluntarily
the absolute madman
>>59903221
Hey that one of those cheap BIC fountain pens that I use. They are ~35 cents here
boobs
As a Muslim, I'm sick of being discriminated against in AmeriKKKa. Which European country is the most tolerant and accepting of my people?
come here brother
>>59903109
Trukey
Belgium
1. Your cunt
2. Your cuntry must choose another cuntree to rule the world. Which country does it choose? Which would you vote for?
chose our best puppet, uk.
>>59903062
finlan :-D
Myammar
why is it that countries that don't allow (even criminalise) gay marriage are generally third world shitholes?
ex: Russia
>>59902698
Because they find meaning to their existence in hate.
Open your eyes, look progressive and tolerant the west is
Third world countries have real problems to cope with, so they focus on them. First world countries are pretty much safe from all that sort of stuff. As a result, people start complaining and campaigning for irrelevant things, such as gay marriage and feminism. They're basically bored of their safe and sterile lives so they actively make a problem out of nothing.
>be successful Italian businessman
>think I'll drive the vespa to work today
>usually take the gondolas but mom woke me up too late
>at this rate I'll get to my pizzeria just in time for the 1pm breakfast rush.
>smooth ride to work, missed the traffic- all the gypsies are at the leaning tower of pizza already
>plus found euro coin under the vespa while checking for bombs (mafia has been fighting refugee gangs lately)
>only 19 more euros, should have enough to pay the health inspector when he comes by after siesta
Another day has come. Monsieur groans and opens his eyes, surveying his surroundings. Sunlight is streaming into the room through the half-closed curtains, bathing his boudoir in the faint golden glow of the Parisian daytime. His mademoiselle is still fast asleep beside him, satin bed sheets sprawled clumsily across her. He gazes across to the clock on the opposite wall. It is already afternoon.
Bleary eyed, monsieur rolls out of bed, nude, and stumbles to the window. He pulls open the frame, lights up a Gauloises, and leans out into the fresh air for a smoke, displaying his naked form for all to see in the streets below. A warm summer breeze strokes his unwashed skin, carrying with it the scent of fresh bread and pastries from a nearby boulangerie. The daylight is bright, giving the beautiful streetscape a life of its own, the golden terraces glimmering, and the bustling pavements brimming with people, driven not by work, but by the desire to enjoy all of life’s pleasures. In the distance, monsieur hears the faint sounds of an accordion, wheezing a tune that echoes the enduring sentiments of sweet Paris.
Monsieur finishes his cigarette, drops it out of the window and steps back into the room. He stumbles into the kitchen, stroking his goatee, and rummages through the cupboards. The search becomes ever more frantic, but no, it is futile, they are all gone. He runs back to the bedroom, pulls the sheets off his beloved mademoiselle and yells.
>>59902844
“Get up! Get up ma cherie! We ‘ave run out of pains au chocolat!” he shouts, whilst pulling on a black and white striped V-neck.
“Sacré bleu!” cries mademoiselle. She is already upright, this distressing news startling her into sobriety. “Zis cannot be! We must leave at once!”
The two finish dressing themselves and rush downstairs, where their tandem bicycle awaits them. They hop aboard, and pedal out onto the roads of Paris, weaving in and out recklessly, between the chaotic traffic, and many piles of decaying dog shit. The couple head towards their favourite bakery, along the banks of the Seine, where they chain their bike to a lamppost and step inside.
“Bonjour!” they greet the shopkeeper in unison.
“Bonjour” he echoes unenthusiastically, glaring at the two lovebirds that have interrupted his afternoon. “What do you want?”
“Two of your finest pains au chocolat, s’il vous plait”
The shopkeeper grumbles under his breath, fetches the food and drops it abruptly on the counter. Monsieur pays, and the couple stroll out into the street, where they eat their pastries and watch the river rush by. A group of American tourists walk up to them and ask for directions. Mademoiselle pretends that she doesn’t understand what they say, despite her fluent English, and monsieur simply stares directly into their eyes until they leave.
>>59902901
The pair cycle into the city, lock up their tandem on la Rue de la Croissant, and enjoy an afternoon of traditional French indulgence. They pass the time shopping for berets, sharing a romantic baguette at a café by the Louvre, and harshly judging the performance of a street mime. The day passes so quickly, so fluently, that monsieur loses track of time. Upon looking at his watch he gasps.
“Zut alors! I am late for my show at ze art gallerie!”
“But you should not go. You should stay ‘ere avec moi, and continue zis perfect day togezzer” pleads mademoiselle.
“Non, I cannot. I must sell another painting, ma cherie, for I am almost out of money, and wizzout ze money, zere can be no more pain au chocolat!” explains monsieur. “You should come wiz me, my sweet. For you are my muse, my one true love.”
The two share an intimate kiss in the sunset and run hand in hand along the boulevard towards the gallery. They rush inside, gasping for breath, and greet the patrons of the establishment. Monsieur makes small talk with prospective buyers, discussing his thought processes, his concepts and his inspirations behind the work. All seems to be going well, several parties are interested, when all of a sudden, a deathly quiet spreads across the room. In the doorway stands a man, dressed all in black, face long, gaunt and wrinkled, weathered over decades of unscrupulous cruelty. His thin white hair shines beneath the halogen bulbs, and his cold grey eyes bore straight into monsieur’s soul through his small frameless spectacles, perched precariously on the end of his nose. Here stands an infamous man in the world of Parisian high art: Le Collecteur.
Why don't more countries adopt a kawaii aesthetic?
kys
tfw you ugly helicopters will never be kawaii
we adopted Gieger-esque aesthetic instead
How influential is Quebec on Canadian politics at the moment? Is it a major force in politics or is it just an anti-Canadian pressure group like the SNP is in Scotland with England
Also who does Trudeau identity with the most, is he pro or anti frog? Id assume he likes the quebecers because of his name
Bump
>>59901955
>How influential is Quebec on Canadian politics at the moment?
I'm not sure what you mean. I suppose roughly proportionally? They have the same percentage of the seats in the House of Commons as they have a percentage of the country's population, so there's no issue there. Quebec MPs also aren't inherently more influential than MPs from the rest of Canada, unlike Scottish MPs in Westminster (what with the West Lothian question).
If you're referring specifically to Quebec separatism's effects on Canadian politics, they're pretty minor at the moment. The Bloc Quebecois (the Quebec separatist party representing the province in the federal government) has only a handful of seats, and popular sentiment for independence in Quebec is about as weak right now as it has ever been.
>>59901955
Pierre Trudeau quite LITERALLY kekolded them into non-existence
You have to spend the next ten years in one of the following places:
Saudi Arabia
Iran (not Tehran)
Egypt
UAE (not Dubai)
Baghdad
Kabul
Which do you choose?
Choose wisely
>>59901760
Kabul because I remember that from one CoD game
>>59901760
Misr 2bh
Oman seems bretty comfy. But somewhere like Qatar or Abu Dhabi is more modern and convenient.
Does this city look like a typical Russian city?
Ye guessed so that's because it FUCKIGN ISN'T IT IS STOLEN GIVE IT BACK FUCKING COMMUNIST SHITS IT'S NOT YOURS
>>59901696
what is this?
>>59901696
is that Germany's former East Prussia?
>>59902015
no its former eastern finland
The tornadoes season started in the US, how do manage to live with tornadoes every year?
>>59901630
I don't live in a flyover state so it doesn't effect me.
>>59901630
i have none where i live :D
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>>59901630
>not even a fire tornado
nice entry level tornado you got here
Your countries are alcoholics. Stop saying we are alcoholics, we love coffee.
Whiny bitches like you are the reason why we are not number one in this noble sport.
>>59901625
>Ireland
>>59901900
Alcohol is for losers
Why are African birth rates so high?
>>59901615
No need to be a caring father in Africa, my man. Why are white/azn birth rates so low?
Because you have to account for the child mortality rate, its simple statistics
>>59901615
Basic population Geography .
Children are economic assets, less contraception, culturally/traditionally beneficial to have large families
