That reminds me - in Germany, you flash you hazard lights if you want to signal someone that you'll let them in or yield the right of way. In Italy, on the other hand, flashing your hazard lights at an intersection means "Look out - here I come!" Hilarity ensues when you mix those up.
No, really: Never let your Italian boyfriend drive your car in Germany.
In fact it's a brilliant crossover between Doctor Who and Gravity Falls - don't tell me you don't know Gravity Falls, the greatest thing to come out of Disney during the last few years? It's full of cool cryptography, urban legends and hilarious subversions - do take a look!
First I didn't know why it all seemed so achingly familiar... Then I realized: It looks a lot like East Germany used to! The general lack of color in the cityscapes and the clothes of people, the style of the apartment complexes, monuments and buses, the overall atmosphere of order and "we're content with what we have"… Aw man, that's creepy. Takes one to know one, I guess.
(I was just flabbergasted at the end that DHL seems to cater to North Korea. Wonder how in the world they accomplished that…)
//There's an old Virginian vibraphone With a calculated gait And a man who thinks he's Al Capone With a cummerbund and cape
Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you And talk to the man if you feel he needs talking to And the hobbit on the rocks is crying And the fish upon the docks are dying With the grunion in the sand entwining...//
"I've got your gun right here", she said from the dark alley that, in his panic, he'd almost have run past. "But I wouldn't recommend using it." she lectured as he stopped beside her, wheezing, as the abomination scraped and groaned outside the tiny walkway. "You really wanna have it steamrolling through the streets? "No," she continued, curiously watching the diamond-toothed thing with a furrowed brow. "I reckon the way to go is more balloons."
Thundera Battle Club, Ladies Fit M, please (:
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No, really: Never let your Italian boyfriend drive your car in Germany.
Here's the intro for comparison: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2DUpDxFJyg
(I was just flabbergasted at the end that DHL seems to cater to North Korea. Wonder how in the world they accomplished that…)
//There's an old Virginian vibraphone
With a calculated gait
And a man who thinks he's Al Capone
With a cummerbund and cape
Don't criticize what a vicar would prize in you
And talk to the man if you feel he needs talking to
And the hobbit on the rocks is crying
And the fish upon the docks are dying
With the grunion in the sand entwining...//
It's quite a beautiful song, mind you.
"But I wouldn't recommend using it." she lectured as he stopped beside her, wheezing, as the abomination scraped and groaned outside the tiny walkway. "You really wanna have it steamrolling through the streets?
"No," she continued, curiously watching the diamond-toothed thing with a furrowed brow. "I reckon the way to go is more balloons."
There's a man who truly was born to his profession.
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BraveStarr, Ladies Fit M, please (:
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BraveStarr, Ladies Fit M, please
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BraveStarr, Ladies fit M, please (:
You know, for those times when you have to staple all your tax forms for the last 31,415 years at the same time.
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BraveStarr, Ladies' Fit M, please
(Aaand now you're hearing the theme, aren't you…)