now im confused

of course i am joking,forgive me...

 

I think they have theirs hand so full between (off the top of my head):

Moviez/Showz:
- Snow White live action flick total and unmitigated disaster+++
- "Rings Of Power" Season 2 half disaster aiming to total disaster
- "Star wars The Acolyte" show disaster++

Videogamez:
- Ubisoft Concord absolutely over-the-top DEI (like woke, another name and counting) game disaster
- Ubisoft last "Star Wars" game half disaster, aiming at total disaster
- Ubisoft last Assassin's Creed all-out DEI game disaster

It's a 24/7 drama in the net lately. Like a cheap soap-opera

 

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Xupito
full house

 

Good, we all are

 

I was joking too

 

i feared that....eheh

 

haha don't worry here we have a cozy environment

 

when in doubt it works for Josh block world of t-shirts... "ill SUE YOUR ASSSSSS"

 

in germany you can also call a man a witch, but that has nothing to do with lgbt or woke

 

new thing to know.

 

I know some of you doubt me. For some unknown reason since, you know, I'm widely know as the most serious and hard working guy in this forum.
So here's the proof. AKA "The Greatest Contribution in ASex Ever" (c/ Xupito et pals):
(I know, I know. Hell yeah, I'm the man )

 

Last edited: Sep 26, 2024

Was gonna buy that. But I'm waiting for the Taylor Swift's collector edition.

 

Last edited: Sep 25, 2024

Now seriously, this probably happens in most if not all languages. Witcher, sorcerer can be both genders and so on.
For instance "The Witcher" show. Great first season. I'm gonna shut up about the third

 

Germany has a serious man-witch problem. They should rethink some of their policies.

You see, in the summer of 2004, I went on holiday to Heidelberg.

Late that hot summer evening, as I was enjoying some wine and food outside a restaurant, the town's air raid sirens began blaring. The sound was deafening.

The restaurant's waitress started shouting at us.

"Oh, Shnitzel! Dümmkopfen! Vitching hour is fast approatshink! Everyvone, grab your sauerkraut plates, get inside and lock ze döörs."

Heidelberg's flak towers began pounding the black of night with salvos of tracer ammunition; searchlights desperately scanned the horizon for incoming brooms.

People on the streets erupted into panic.

As I rushed to grab the last of my plates, I heard a terrifying horn toot behind me.

Meep, meep.

I froze in terror. A low-flying man-witch had spotted me. The witch whizzed right past me, turned around, and came to a full stop, hovering silently in the air. I dropped my plate.

Silence.

Uncomfortably
long







silence.

The man-witch started revving his broom. He was out for blood. My blood.

Meep, meep.

I was being toyed with. As a predator taunts its prey for being too insignificant of a challenge. As BMW drivers mock the pedestrians they're about to run over.

I grabbed a chair; I wouldn't go down without a fight, not me. Not Phineas Holcomb II.

Suddenly - a high-pitched bonk.
A plate hit the witch's head. Dazed and confused, the man-witch fell off his broom.

I turned around and looked towards the restaurant door. It was the waitress who had come to my rescue.

"Quality woman", I thought to myself, giving her an approving nod.

"Kvik! Get inside!" she yelled at me.
"Oh, darling, I'll most definitely get inside of something." I shouted at her seductively.

She gave me a brief look of confusion, possibly irritation. On second thought, mostly irritation.

I let go of the chair and started running towards the door as if my life depended on it (because it did).

But it wasn't just my life I was running for, it was for our life; our future life together.

This goddess of the plates, this merciful caretaker of the starved and the parched, this steadfast bonker of man-witches - I was going to marry this woman, make her happy, and together we'd raise a family.

We were nearing the door when the hideously detuned meeping (at least 32 cents flat) of the witch's horn once more pierced the air around us.

Manic cackling. A woman's scream. Wild shouting.

In the blink of an eye, the witch had snatched the love of my life by her hair and whisked her away into the night sky.

I could only watch as the broom's tail light and the waitress' screams gradually faded into nothingness.

They never found her remains.

I had lost the love of my life the same evening I'd met her. I didn't even know her name.

I never managed to recover from the experience. I've been an alcoholic for these past 20 years. I tried suing BMW (= Brööms for Man-Witches) for compensation, but no one will listen, no one will help. They're making more brooms than ever. Now they're even making e-brooms.

 

Oh man must be brutal experience

 

Too. Good.

This reminds me a Tinder date with a pretty English girl when I still didn't know that "girl friend" is a thing, and different from "girlfriend".
Let's just say that one didn't go well... including me freakin' out...

 

I was about to point out the 6 finger witch but u rushed to it, , but still that witch has six fingers, if that is not the thumb ?

 

hhmm,,,,eheh ....isnt it witcher then ?
but what is real intersting in this context is ----hex editor ,hexadezimalen----hex hex.....my wife die alte Hex
----
imho --- hexer = man using ocult / hexe = woman using natures gifts

wrong in english its genderless in german its hexe and hexer

you should know japanese witches have 6 fingers ,blasphemic ..... you are

Wer kennt ihn nicht , den Karl L

 

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The thumb is the upper one, mostly hidden

 

i meant 6 fingers