Frogs soldiers won't come with new weapons since Ukraine already got 60% of frogs artillery so they are there just to fill the numbers. No matter what macron is planning it will end up being reputation damage to France especially in Africa. Frogs can max give Ukraine 20k men and that's literally nothing. Of course he is smart like smartest person in empty room. Side effect will that it will instantly rise Russian moral since they will now not only fight western tanks that they were supposedly afraid of and would run away from them but also legendary superior frog warriors that won't have exp in that fight and will be short on ammo

Macron hypothesis are

A: Russian won't cross the line and won't touch frogs soldiers

B: killed frog soldiers will anger frogs and start supporting sending more frogs to Ukraine and NATO countries will be very sad of dead frogs so they decide to also send their soldiers

This is 2 ideas. They have solid if you have no background info

But answer will be C: frogs will ask macron defack he send frogs to Ukraine and his and his bf (pm) ratings will go down and his bf will lose the next election

This one is live but better tho

“I hate crackers get me out of here”

This is to decide if it should be banned or not

I know every skibidi potty episode off by heart, this isn't even a real episode. This is a mashup of episode 1, 2 60 and 65. The music is also added in to every scene except the first.

So that means Russian Government actually made skibidi potty fanfiction to show their deputies.

that's all

Weaving heedlessly through traffic, Pizzashill cursed the incompetent rightoids that polluted the streets of Eastern Oregon with their late-model F-150s and ridiculous, oversized SUVs. "The fools!" he thought, "do they have any idea how shitty their gas millage is in a vehicle like that?"

Cutting off another Ford Explorer, he inwardly congratulated himself again on his shrewd acquisition of such an economical vehicle: His off-white 2002 Honda Civic had only 220,000 miles and moderate rust damage; the entire purchase price had been less than the monthly payment would be on the Range Rover he'd just swerved in front of. "Psh," he thought to himself, "as though rightards could comprehend a concept as sophisticated as interest rates. Why, at 4.95% APR on a $100,000 SUV, that means every month they'd be pissing away almost..." here he performed some quick mental arithmetic "...a fuckload of money," he concluded, reflecting warmly once again on his prudence.

bzzz

The mobile phone on his dashboard – a refurbished Samsung Galaxy S6 with a Boost Mobile SIM card – vibrated to indicate a new message. No time to check it, he was almost there. Accelerating into the final turn, he yanked the wheel hard to the left, ignoring the angry horns of the other drivers. Centrifugal forces – "Imaginary, just like sexism," @pizzashill reminded himself – tossed his phone across the dashboard and hard into the window with a loud thonk.

bzzz

The phone buzzed again as it dropped into the passenger footwell.

Slowing as he approached the enormous warehouse looming in front of him, an ominous, windowless concrete structure, Pizzashill ignored the arrhythmic rattling from his car's exhaust system and casually brandished his blue staff ID badge (that's right, blue for management) at the RFID scanner to his left. With a cheerful beep and a green light, the scanner registered his arrival and the automated barrier lifted to allow him to pass. As always at this moment, Pizzashill felt a momentary flash of triumph, "The King is back, baby" he mused silently.

bzzz

Yet another notification sounded from the damp mat on the floor of the passenger footwell. He was progressing deliberately through the ranks of stationary vehicles, judging their owners for their fiscal profligacy while cursing them for their fortuitous parking. "If only they'd give managers a designated lot," he thought to himself, not for the first time, "It's outrageous that I have to compete for spaces with these wagies who answer to me."

bzzz

Again! What could possibly be so important? "I swear to god, if I have to to explain to Poj one more time how to reset the robot vacuum, I'll have a half a mind to – no, no, not that. Remember, she's only a woman. She's doing the best she can with her limited capacities," he reminded himself, gently steering his thoughts away from domestic violence. Finally, he found a spot between two large pickup trucks and brought the Honda to a halt.

Switching off the ignition, he fumbled for moment in the footwell to recover his phone and glanced at the screen. Three text messages and a voice memo, all from @Poj.

"hey a bunch of strange men in black SUVs are on our street" @7:53 am

"oh my god, I think they have guns." @7:54 am

"Pizza, it's the actual glowies, they say they have a warrant" @7:57 am.

His heart sank in his chest. "Shit," he thought, "I always knew this day might come." Steeling himself, he pressed play on the voice memo. Poj's panic-stricken voice filled the car's beige, lightly stained interior:

"Oh my god! oh my god! I hope you get this message. The FBI are here, they're everywhere! There's so many guys, they're searching everything! They've taken the ham stocks. They took the Pokémon cards. I tried to get them to keep the door shut so Pudding didn't escape and they said, 'Ma'am, you're lucky we don't confiscate that tubby cat as evidence, too.' What's going on, Pizza? I'm so scared right now! What should I do?"

"Shit (again)," he thought a second time. So this really was it. After everything he'd worked for, everything he'd built, this was how his empire would come crumbling down?

No. Not like this. Not a chance, he wasn't going down that easy. Not Pizzashill.

"Don't say anything," he texted back, "Tell them you want a lawyer. Remember, glowies are just IRL jannies. Remember what we talked about that one night? I love you, babe."

Like a gladiator preparing to enter the arena, knowing full well he had almost no chance of coming out alive, he suited up: steel toed boots for the warehouse floor, neon high-vis vest, blue ID badge clipped to his lanyard. He jiggled the sticky door handle of the Honda three times to get it to open, and stepped out into the crisp spring air.

He strode toward the entrance of the building with purpose. Pizzashill knew he had only one card left to play, but damned if those dumb feds hadn't just activated his trap card.

Did you know that cheetahs meow, just like the house cats? 🐆 pic.twitter.com/mdbEiLjN0E

— Olga Bazova (@OlgaBazova) May 5, 2024

!trekkies, come dunk on Star Wars

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/minnesota-bankruptcy-law-firm-files-121300788.html

新しい日本のキノが登場！

すごい新しい日本のキノがドロップしました。この可愛いけど強くて勇敢な少女が困難に立ち向かい、勝利をおさめます。裸足のショットが多く、クリエイターの高度なアニメーション技術を示しています

楽しんでくれると嬉しいです、ドラマターズ！

Someone on Nantucket bought a cybertruck and the local newspaper has been following them around making fun of them pic.twitter.com/QREU2QIOJi

— wendy’s kid (@JermHimselfish) May 4, 2024

Basically he wanted to do all Christian holidays in Ukraine on same day as catholic have. He failed but also probably later realised there ain't much of Christianity left in the west Europe

I have to stay in this weekend to prepare for an interview I got by grossly overstating my qualifications.

@Patsy @neoconshill @ULTRA-NIGMATIC-MEGA-HOMO

!friendsofbussy-boy !homeowners Anyone with a group chat and love for movies, help me out