That's what I was thinking. I mean, the mother of the 10 year old girl definitely doesn't look to be in her early twenties, which she would be if they were telling the truth about when Romanian women typically have children. Having done a research project on Roma/Sinti (gypsy) culture, I learned that they do sometimes culturally marry young, but even so, not nearly that young.
The word "lymph" reminds me of "nymph". Whenever I picture lymph nodes, they are in the shape of faerie-like creatures. :>
Darren Criss doesn't look like Darren Criss there. :< I am fearful. But I shall watch anyways (if I remember :lolface:)
Apparently the family claims it's normal in Romanian culture (as the girl is from Romania) to have a child at that age, which I think is either ridiculous, completely untrue, or most probably both. Allegedly the father of the baby is 13, and is believed to still be in Romania.
Get better, Spunk. 8D8 Also, enzymes can't be enlarged. o.O Soooooo.... maybe you mean your spleen? Or liver? Or lymph nodes perhaps?
[video=youtube;KVzyGQPgVN8]KVzyGQPgVN8[/video] lol, tea parties. Anyways, come to Canada. Where it snows in October every other year. Oh yeah, and free healthcare.
More article here: http://abcnews.go.com/International/wireStory?id=12034197 That is disgusting, really. I'm fairly sure I still had an imaginary friend at the age of ten. Girls don't even remotely have breasts at that age. The fact that the child was having consensual intercourse is cause enough for alarm over the parenting skills of the girl's parents.
That's what bedrooms are for. Not EMERGENCY ROOMS! ;~;
American election systems make no sense to me either. :/
har. :lolface:
Apparently they would, because no other directions crossing a mass of water will tell you to jetski across. It basically says, "**** you, take a plane".
OMGWTFBBQWHATISTHISIDONTEVENASLDJFALS;DGH;ASKDMVIERGU;WAEF;IBILERH;AKJHGLR Why? ; ;
Could use **** like this. [video=youtube;bOXnxmlEkY0]bOXnxmlEkY0[/video] You can make your own joke about this one. Personally, I quite like the song choice.
The horse Dyre had found was a mare with a dark grey coat, and a black main and tail. Dyre's red fur would stick out against the mare's colour almost too obviously. But it was her best bet of keeping on Varil's trail. All she had to do was track him. She could surely do that, couldn't she? She cut through the rope tethering the horse to the fence, and climbed on after a slight struggle with the nervous creature. The horse didn't have a saddle, but at least she had reins. She lightly dug her heels into the mare's sides, who began to move forward at a trot. Dyre steered her out of the city.
lul I have no idea what any of this conversation means. :lolface:
Look at the face in the "It's called being ironic" panel. I wish Hitler always looked like that.
I lol'd a scary amount at that.
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Thanks. :> Did you notice Harry's accidental mustachio? I was debating on attaching some pumpkin back on and giving him mutton chops, I was so annoyed at his Lennon face. >:C Ron and Hermione could be Paul and George. Ringo would be the pumpkin entire.
