It likely buried itself deep into the ground after it dropped from the bomber and failed to detonate.
It likely buried itself deep into the ground after it dropped from the bomber and failed to detonate.
You’re always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.
And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it’s no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies’ digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don’t want to go sievin’ through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, “as greedy as a pig”.
Nonplussed…that takes me back.
I was educated in a private school for British ex-pats run by a very old and very posh couple. This was the early eighties and they were already in their seventies, so definitely from a different era. Because of this and because of the size of our school (my entire year consisted of nine kids) we ended up quite odd. Up until highschool we had a mild but “poshy” London accent and words like vexing, nonplussed, providential, etc., peppered our vocabulary. Then my family moved to Louisiana followed by Texas and that shit went right out.
Also, the word is aluminium. It is NOT aluminum!
Welp…goodbye Internet, I’ll see you in a few months.
That’s nice, but $375 million, in US Military terms, is the equivalent of loose change between the cushions. We better send Ukraine a fat Christmas present.
I disagree with their “why” but I agree that KOSA needs to die and never come back.
I am all for nuclear power, but I’d rather it be from modern reactor designs and builds, and I’d rather it not be wasted on bullshit.
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So many resources spent on services that are objectively not great. I have yet to see any output from Gemini or ChatGPT that sells me on the service.
…evidence of kidnapped or missing children ending up abroad, fabricated names, babies switched with one another and parents told their newborns were gravely sick or dead, only to discover decades later they’d been sent to new parents overseas.
The irony is that Korea and China, two nations that went out of their way to slow their birth rate and export children, now have collapsing demographics due to low birth rates.
Every time I read about this story I am amazed once again by this woman’s strength.
You know who else told women it was their patriotic duty to make babies?
These fucks.
Credit where it is due. Those genocidal motherfuckers are scary as hell.
EDIT: I understand the downvotes. Nobody, including myself, wants to say anything positive about the current Israeli regime or their industrial complex of death. Fuck those guys. That said, this op and the discipline it must have taken to keep it under wraps until just the right moment is impressive and VERY scary.
I’ll never forget it. It was a workbook to practice writing letters and numbers. I’m sure it was only a single page but it felt like an entire book.
To answer your question, I went to a British run private school. Think of it as a stereotypical British prep school, down to the uniform, but not in the UK. Also, they jumped me a year because in pre-school I was always sneaking into classes rather than napping or playing.
I have countless hours on Olli Olli 2. I literally killed one PS Vita and two dual shock controllers playing that game.
Nobody saved my beloved Roll7. :-(
Six years old seems late. I started first grade as a four year old and all my other classmates but one were five. I remember first grade because things went from mostly play, naps, and some schooling to nothing but schooling, homework and tutoring.
It’s been a rough week or so.