wie dieser scheiß 0/10 krabbensong bis ins finale durchmarschiert, weil er jede einzelne runde gegen einen -1/10 song kämpft
eventually there comes a point where it's like the true test for your team - will he cast a spell or will he not
- Artour Babaev
Und wenn beide dann nicht mehr stacken und der einer 6k Boi, der vorher 4k war, mit einem anderen 4k Boi spielt, dann ist er nicht mehr 6k, weil er reverse trägert, oder?
- User des Monats
Der muss ja mindestens Top 17 sein, oder glaubst du nicht an Transitivität? Finde die meisten Einreichungen klasse, lasst euch nichts von den Hatern erzählen die nur Black MIDI, Spiritual Jazz und Technical Death Metal als FLAC hören
wie dieser scheiß 0/10 krabbensong bis ins finale durchmarschiert, weil er jede einzelne runde gegen einen -1/10 song kämpft
Nur weil die Sängerin dich mit einer Hand über den Ärmelkanal schleudern könnte musst du nicht direkt loshaten
It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.