God, I miss Africa.

I was in Namibia for a stint in the early 2000s after I finished my geology program. Chevron sent me out there with a team to try and suss out oil - those rich fucks were absolutely convinced Namibia had oil, and we were of course to stake our rightful, god-given American claim to that sweet, black gold.

So I was out there for about six months.

I mostly hung out with my team and other Western folk. Turns out, locals in Namibia - at least the bumfuck areas we were in - were one of two things: indigenous and rightfully skeptical of the white man, or white descendents of Dutch colonists. Turns out there are a shitload of Nazis in Namibia. Not my cup of tea. So I hung with my team for the most part.

My team was a total fucking sausage fest. Not a lot of female geologists; even fewer willing to scout out oil fields in the middle of a recently developed nation with less than stellar attitudes towards women.

Still, we had a couple. There was Diane, who was the camp manager and kind of a fucking bitch if I'm honest - real strict about curfews, and tried to tell us we couldn't have any booze on base (which just meant we got very clever about hiding it). Stereotypical "Karen", haircut and all. We're all pretty sure she was sleeping with her supervisor, too, but that's neither here nor there.

And then there was Geena. Ah, Geena... Geena was a grad student intern with Chevron - gotta love American corporatism - and was tasked alongside me to try and find this liquid gold. Seismology was her focus, and seismologists are exactly who we need to try to pinpoint where the oil resides in the Earth. Geena was smart, she did her job damn well, and...well, Geena was a fucking knockout. The other guys in the team knew it, too, but the thing about Geena was that she towered over most of them, and insecure dudes don't like it when a woman is taller than they are, for some reason. So despite her initial worries about Namibian locals treating her poorly, the brunt of the abuse she received was from her own damn team. Assholes.

I sure didn't mind, though. She could tower over me all she wanted.

So we're about four months into the project, and we have some good leads and, most importantly, the fucking permits from the government of Namibia to go check some out some sites with the vibroseis - big trucks with what amounts to a big fucking vibrator on it to shake the shit out of the ground beneath, to give us seismology data that people like Geena and myself analyze to see if there's a chance of there being oil.

Which is exactly what we did. It was a whole ordeal. Vibroseis are heavy and cumbersome, and not exactly roomy inside, so we had to make a train of sorts, towing two week's worth of supplies for the sites Geena and I were tasked with. We were to go, set up camp, run the vibros, and basically sit and fucking wait before moving on to the next site. Rinse and repeat until we get the data and head back.

The sites were several hours away at the speeds we were able to drive with, and with the amount of gear we had to load. Even the temporary camps had to be heavy duty - winds in the Namibian wilderness get insanely strong, and they kick up a ton of dust. Now, thankfully, geologists are no strangers to dust, but our technical equipment wasn't exactly immune. So we had to make sure our camp setup was as dust proof as the endless, but still somehow fucking stingy, pockets of Chevron would allow.

So we had to drive sixish hours out into the middle of absolutely god damned nowhere - I'm talking *nothing*, it's just us, some old school GPSes to help us navigate, gas generators (fitting), emergency solar panels (ironic), and satellite phones that might work to let the team know where to find our bodies if we pray hard enough. Not a soul in sight. Not too many animals, either, but the animals that were there could kill us in a fucking second. They gave us rifles, but we're pretty certain that was just to make us feel better about dying a gruesome death. The Namibian wilderness was pretty harsh.

The sunsets were pretty incredible, though.

We made sure to stock up on party supplies in Windhoek - food and booze, of course. Lots of booze.

If geologists can do one thing, it's drink. It's how we cope with the reality of our careers furthering the fucking ruthless oil machine that pays our fat, fat salaries.

And that's what we'd do, every evening - we'd let the vibros run, and we'd lean up against the habitat, watch the sunset, and get absolutely fucking shitfaced. Pitifully I'd also hope that she'd get desperate enough for affection that she'd touch me, and, well... let's just say it had been a while since I had any meaningful female attention at that point in my life. Geology is a sausage fest, and all the "good" women are taken. C'est la fucking vie.

But there was one night where shit got weird. In good ways, and in very bad ways. And that's what we're all here for, right? Where shit. Gets. Weird.

So picture this, y'all.

It was the start of the second week. We had just set up camp at the next site. There were forecasted heavy winds in the late evening, but otherwise clear skies; we took advantage of the calm before the storm and did the usual: binge drink, watch the sunset, and laugh at how fucking stupid and chauvinistic our male colleagues were. And of course about how much of a fucking bitch Diane was. Fucking Diane.

One of the other fun activities we would engage in was taking a blacklight and looking for gnarly scorpions. Oh boy, Namibia had scorpions, and they glew like fucking uranium when you shone some UV light on em. It was a blast. Neither of us knew dick about bugs, but it was still fun to look at them and try to determine how dead we would be if we pissed them off enough.

So we had watched the sun set, and done our scorpion hunting. It was beautifully dark; the stars shone so, so brightly in the Namibian wilderness. Truly unbelievable, like nothing I've ever seen in my life. Geena too. We just laid there on the cold, hard dirt, staring at the stars, drunk out of our minds, talking shit about our dirtbag colleagues, and admiring the cosmos above us.

I was too drunk - or perhaps drunk enough - on the liquid courage from Windhoek, and I finally made a move on Geena. I still don't know if this was a good idea. But I still cannot say that I regret what I did.

Laying there next to her, admiring the stars and our mutual seething hatred of our fucking idiot colleagues, I grabbed her hand. I just grabbed it. What's the worst that could happen? She was slim and fit and still outweighed me by at least 20 pounds [~9kg 😉], she could hand my ass to me if she wanted, and she knew it. But I felt something there, and maybe it was desperation on my part. Maybe I was drunk off my own stupidity. But I went for it. I just wanted some companionship if I'm being honest; anything further than that would be a bonus. So I reached out, I squeezed her hand, cold from the desert chill.

She hesitated a bit, but grabbed back.

That felt real nice.

"Yaknow, Geena, I couldn't ask for a better seismologist to accompany my dumb ass out here in the middle of fucking nowhere. You're a good egg. It's nice to have someone with a fucking brain to talk to for once."

And as dark as the night was, I'll never forget the smile she gave me, illuminated by the shining stars above, moonlight glistening in her eyes, casting gentle shadows on that face I so desperately wanted to be close to my own.

"Thank you. I really like you, too."

She scooted closer to me, rustling up dirt and gravel beneath her, laying her pretty little head on my shoulder. Ohhhh, it was happening. I hope. Maybe she's just friendly....fuck no! It was finally fucking happening. Diane would surely kill us if she found out, but Diane can suck my entire fucking asshole. I'll fart in her goddamn mouth, FUCK Diane.

Geena's hair just felt so soft in between my fingers, even if it hadn't been properly washed since last week. We both surely smelled like unwashed ass and shit. But in that moment, her scent was like a field of fucking roses to me. I inhaled hard. I'm pretty sure she noticed. I'm also pretty sure she didn't mind.

The liquid courage spoke thru me once more.

I'll never forget the moment I swallowed all of my nerves and kissed Geena on her forehead. I'll never forget the way she looked right at me afterwards. Smiling at me, as if to say "is that all?"

I'll never forget how good she tasted. How soft and passionate her kisses were with me. Her hands soon grasping at my clothes, working to remove them from my body as my own hands opted to simply go underneath hers. Feeling the wet folds between her legs, feeling how easily my fingers entered her, remembering how she'd moan into my ear as she grabbed onto me with her dusty hand; but god, it felt as pure as ever. How her nipples felt in my mouth after she undressed for me, how she delighted in how I nipped and sucked on them, how she would vocalize her pleasure as I'd plant kisses down her body; how she would squirm and writhe beneath my touch when I'd tease her with my tongue, when I'd take her clit in my mouth, when I'd delve my tongue inside of her; how her hands would pull on my dirty, unwashed hair, how her thighs would squeeze my face; the sound of her voice when she would moan out, when she'd tell me she was going to come, when she told me to stop because she wanted to come with me inside of her. The tight, wet warmth of her around me, her body's convulsions around me, her fingernails leaving her marks all over my back, how with every fucking thrust it felt like she would squeeze me, suck me, coaxing my own desire from me. How it felt to release inside of her. How she relished in the feeling so much she climaxed again with me.

Thank fuck she took birth control.

But you know what I'll NEVER forget? What is literally impossible for me to forget?

The fucking spider.

The FUCKING spider.

As if to ruin our fucking fun, I swear to God, this piece of shit arachnid appears out of the goddamn sand. Fucking thing must have been there the whole time, and I guess our drunken, passionate desire finally pushed it to its limits.

I'll NEVER forget the needle-like sensations of that motherfucker tagging me in the leg.

The thing is, it hardly even hurt. I hardly even saw the bitch who bit me. But I DO remember grabbing the flashlight, and Geena grabbing a jar to catch the son of a bitch with, just in case we needed it for medical purposes.

I remember looking at it underneath one of our dissection scopes.

Six eyes. The fuck? I thought spiders had eight eyes?

Anyway.

The next few days were pretty awkward. We didn't talk much. I thought the alcohol got the better of us that night. Neither of us really had the nerve to talk about the elephant in the room. The white hot, burning, passionate, dripping wet, diamond hard elephant in the room.

My leg was fucking killing me, too. We had cleaned it and bandaged it as best as we could, given our first aid kit, but god damn. It was killing me. Not a lot we could do, though, and I could still walk and drive, so no point in turning back now. I wasn't dead or dying.

Fuck it.

So we moved on, silently, to our next site.

The pain in my leg continued to increase in intensity.

I continued to ignore it.

We set up camp, making small talk, but nothing like it was before. At this point, I felt like I fucked it all up. I was swearing off drinking (for the thousandth time in my life, of course), the usual pathetic single male bullshit.

Then it was time to change the bandages on my legs.

As soon as Geena pulled them off, the fucking flies began to swarm. Landing all over the festering wound. Bastards...

She did her best - bless her - to clean it (and my god, 95% ethanol burns like hell on a necrotizing wound), shooing the flies away as best as she could, before replacing the bandages.

We pressed on.

The awkwardness subsided.

We talked about the other night. We got to a level place. "I don't regret it, I just don't know if I want to do it again". That sort of shit. Whatever.

The next day, though. Like night and fucking day. My leg didn't hurt anymore. I assumed Geena had worked some god damned womanly magic on me. Something my drooling, horny, neanderthal brain just couldn't possibly comprehend.

"Genie, my leg feels SO much better today...it's like I don't even have a wound there. You did something REALLY right, I think."

Despite my excitement, however, Geena only expressed concern.

"I think we need to take a look again..."

So we went about our day, not to dirty up the wound any more than it already was. Set up the vibros. Settled down with our possibly contaminated Windhoek booze. She began to undress the wound.

"Oh..."

Her voice had a twinge of delight in it. I was expecting very good news.

She pulled the bandage back.

I'll still never forget what I saw.

Maggots. Dozens of them. Eating away at my fucking flesh. Down to the god damned BONE. You could see BONE. I couldn't fucking make this up if I tried.

They had eaten away at the nerves themselves. That's why I couldn't fucking feel anything. I thought I was getting better, but the reality was, I was possibly going to lose my fucking leg.

I'll never forget her eyes. How her pupils expanded as if she had seen a billion fucking dollars in front of her, free for the taking.

I'll never forget how she didn't hesitate for a fucking second to plant her mouth directly on the necrotizing flesh on my leg.

My pain receptors were killed, yes, but I could still feel pressure. I could still feel touch. I just, thankfully, was numbed to the pain.

She began to suck on the wound.

I'll always remember her face when she broke from my leg, looked up at me, and smiled.

Maggots in her teeth. Still alive. Wriggling.

She was ENJOYING this.

She fucking LOVED it.

She sucked out every single one of these bastard maggots. Presumably, she swallowed some of them. Whole? I'm not even sure. It didn't seem like she chewed.

The next thing I knew, she had pinned me down and straddled me on the cold, abrasive dirt of the Namibian wilderness. I had never seen a look on a woman before like the look I had seen on her face. Crazed. Hungry. Lustful. Full of fucking venom.

She pulled fucking Paracord out of her pocket and bound my hands to the tie-down anchors of the habitat. She bound my ankles to each other. I was completely overpowered by her. Paralyzed by fear, and, disgustingly, shamefully, excitement.

I still have scars on my wrists and ankle from how tightly she bound me down; I still have limited feeling in my left hand from how she had positioned me.

What follows is still such a fucking blur to me. It's like a dream. But I have reason to know for sure it happened.

She pulled my pants down. I was already halfway hard, despite my logical mind protesting what the fuck was going on.

The next thing I know, her mouth, her fucking maggot filled mouth, is surrounding my cock; I can feel the wriggling larvae in her mouth, the sensations disgusting but titillating at the same time. I try to tell myself not to enjoy it, but I can't help but get harder. Her tongue is magic as it circles around me while she sucks and teases me; her hands cupping my balls, her fingers pressing my perineum, those fucking maggots, I swear to God, nibbling on my fucking skin. SHE KEPT THEM IN HER MOUTH FOR ME.

God, I didn't want to cum.

And I didn't.

She didn't let me. I don't know if she had been around the block, or if she had read too much fucking Cosmo, or what, but she knew. She knew I was about to blow. And so she stopped. She removed her disgusting, dirty, maggot filled mouth from my cock, and removed her pants.

I will NEVER. FORGET. What she did next.

Looking me straight in the eye, she brought her hands up to her mouth. Slowly, deliberately, she spit out the maggots into her hand. She presented them to me; she wanted me to see their live bodies wriggling around in her hands. Well, mostly live. Some had been crushed as collateral damage during her depraved act of oral servitude towards me.

She then takes them all in one hand, and...

Fuck. It's still so hard for me to write out.

It's so unreal.

She shoved them inside of herself.

The sounds that came from her...my god.

I had never seen a woman so lustful in my life.

Those maggots may very well have been eating her alive from the inside out, and she fucking loved it.

She showed me.

She forced me to see.

She forced her maggot infested pussy into my mouth.

I did what I had to do. I hated it. But I would be lying if I said I didn't love how sweet her wetness tasted in that moment. She was so, so, so fucking wet.

I'm pretty sure I ate at least one fucking maggot at that point.

Not that I had much a choice.

I don't know how many times she came. She didn't say. I just know my face was fucking drenched. She smelled like sweat mixed with dirty, unwashed pussy - a scent I had grown to adore - but mixed with the smell of necrotizing flesh.

She smelled like death.

I smelled like death.

I had death juices all over my fucking face.

She dismounted my face and grabbed my - horribly, ashamedly - rock hard fucking cock, and rubbed it against her. All around her, focusing on her clit, for her pleasure, and teasing, letting me inside briefly, only to take me out and continue rubbing, grinding against me, those fucking maggots wriggling and nibbling the flesh of both me and her.

My god, the sounds she made.

She was so fucking wet. So, so, so fucking wet. Everywhere between her legs was drenched; lubricated.

Next thing I know she's taking me inside of her. But I don't feel the maggots. I don't feel the wriggling. The sensation is tight in the entrance, but looser past that.

She's put me in her ass, using no lube other than her own, generated from the depraved, degenerate juices those fucking maggots, this fucking situation, and me? I guess? Have inspired in her.

My god.

I smelled it.

And I HATE myself for loving it.

Her ass was so tight.

It was not clean.

I know she left her disgust on me.

She didn't care.

After a few minutes of eternity deep in her ass, she dismounts me. She sucked me clean, savoring the depravity, forcing me to share the flavor with a rough, deep, disgustingly passionate kiss; she tasted bitter, but the passion overwhelmed my hesitations. I feel myself entering her maggot infested pussy, the wretched creatures wriggling and stimulating us both, nipping at us from inside of her; the sensations overwhelming me entirely; I feel her climax hard against me, her muscles contracting against me so tightly, begging me to release inside of her.

I oblige.

I have no choice.

I fucking cum inside of that wretched pussy, drowning these Dipteran larvae with my hot seed.

I hoped they liked it.

I fucking hate how much I did.

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Things were, surprisingly enough, much less awkward after that night. We finished up that site, and packed up to leave early; my leg was clearly not doing well, and we got rush orders to a Windhoek hospital to assess the situation.

I had to have that leg amputated, unfortunately.

The fucker who bit me was eventually identified as a Hexophthalma hahni, the six eyed sand spider, an African cousin of Loxosceles reclusa, the brown recluse spider. African blowflies had colonized the flesh, laying their eggs as their larvae consume dying mammalian tissue.

I was released from the project a month early. We never found any oil. Geena got her MS in geology.

Every now and then she will send me photos of herself, infested with some disgusting, wretched larvae in her pussy.

I never reply.

But I always cum so fucking hard.

I look at my stump where my right leg should be and smile everyday.

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Joe Biden was always a bit of a hot dog fanatic, and he loved nothing more than to eat one on a summers day, preferably while sitting outside on the porch of his childhood home. His wife, Jill, was always warning him about the health risks of eating hot dogs, but Joe was never one to listen. He loved the taste of hot dogs more than anything else, and he would often eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Dolphin boy was a person I respected except I don’t like how he had sex with MALE dolphins. Thats an affront to nature. Female dolphins are one thing but seriously your kinda pushing the boundaries here with those homosexual relations

I live with my two sisters/ wives and we love each other greatly.
I’ve got my two sisters pregnant 5 times each , as a result we have 8 daughters and 2 sons.there all beautiful well mannered kids.
We had a family meeting recently to discuss about breeding our beautiful daughters.
All the daughters were in agreance along with there mums , once the daughters had reached the age of 18 we would begin breeding our daughters
So the time had come to bred the eldest daughter.
All breeding is done in front of whole family.
The family tradition is we’re the female is bathed and pubic hair completely removed.she is laid down on a breeding bench where the female has her legs tied wide apart for ease of access to her puss.
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My right arm is visibly stronger than my left arm… Can I even do something about this? Cause like, I don’t want people to think that I jerk off too frequently. I think I just… work my right arm more when I go to the gym? I don’t know, but this is really getting on my nerves. I think this is weird af honestly, has this ever happened to yall?

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I am a 9 year old death grips fan.

Ever since I passed grade 3 I wanted to find a hardcore nihilist band to appeal to my edgy side. I am now transition into a black person and I am getting my first tattoo next tuesday to be like ride. i do sit ups every morning and pray to my copy of The Powers That B that I will ride like ride one day.

I've already started writing lyrics every single day in hopes of launching a rap career and I even found 2 white friends to hang with, one of them has a laptop with garage band on it and the other one I'm forcing to play drums for me which is pretty cool.

School takes a lot of my free time away so i can't quite be the most dedicated death grips fan but it is the best position i can get into right now. I've already started including death grips lyrical references and puns in my daily speech. For example, my girlfriend (she looks like liz liles) asked me what my favourite colour is so I said "oh my god bitch" and she got really sad but she was cool with it after I explained it. Before I starting lifting I fasted for 4 weeks straight to lose as much weight as possible so i could be as lean as ride, I even bought a black pair of skinny jeans too, my mom wouldnt let me by leather boots so I got a black pair of vans. Any ways, thanks for reading, thanks man (zach here lol?)

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So like he is super protective of his shit, and today my whole body has felt like it's giving out I just feel weak and he knows I'm not in a good mood. So I ask him if I can have some of his soda so he jokes and says only the tiniest cup we have. Even though he has so much soda. So then cuz I got mad at that he started yelling at me and said if ur not in the mood then just don't come out but it was literally fucking dinner time wtf was I supposed to do

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The `main` method is a method that must be in a java program. Running a .java file that doesn't have one will result in an error. If a java project has multiple files, only the main file needs a `main` method, but others can have one if needed. It *MUST* be typed as "main".

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`args` is actually just a common placeholder name for the arguments array. It can be renamed to anything.

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Today we are hungry for Zagreb ... Our Europe and the English Sick ... Our History Teacher in Zagreb says, That after the Second WAR in Yalta, STALIN; RUZVELT; CHURCHIL, agreed to make the DOLLAR the main means of payment in the WORLD, and that's where all the EVILS of the Americans and the English come from ... That Europe The sick created America and Canada as well as New Zealand and Australia, ours work for them Villains. Beautiful Serbian woman Be happy that you are a Serbian woman, Serbs are the only healthy people in Europe. Russia is honest, "it is a big deal for these villains". These villains just bark like rabid dogs, they have a DEADLY fear of Russia, China is like a bone in their throat, they can't swallow what they robbed in Serbia ,, Iraq ,, Libya ,, Syria, it hurts them a lot ,,, Russia and China have developed through honest work and reached the pinnacle of fair development. These villains Europe and America with crimes, robberies, GENOCIDE, democracy Auschwitz Dr. Josef Mengele, Josef Goebbels Propaganda 2021 Europe of Adolf Hitler, Napoleon, Benito Muslolini and others who are dragging Germans deep into Asshole, as we Croats for generations ((for home in GERMAN SHUPKS ready)) to feed us sick hungry Croats, our Democracy EUROPE Auschwitz 2021. they cannot swallow what they robbed in Serbia, Iraq, Libya, Syria, it hurts them a lot, Russia and China have developed through honest work and reached the pinnacle of fair development. These villains Europe and America with crimes, robberies, GENOCIDE, democracy Auschwitz Dr. Josef Mengele, Josef Goebbels Propaganda 2021 Europe of Adolf Hitler, Napoleon, Benito Muslolini and others who are dragging Germans deep into Asshole, as we Croats for generations ((for home in GERMAN SHUPKS ready)) to feed us sick hungry Croats, our Democracy EUROPE Auschwitz 2021. they cannot swallow what they robbed in Serbia, Iraq, Libya, Syria, it hurts them a lot, Russia and China have developed through honest work and reached the pinnacle of fair development. These villains Europe and America with crimes, robberies, GENOCIDE, democracy Auschwitz Dr. Josef Mengele, Josef Goebbels Propaganda 2021 Europe of Adolf Hitler, Napoleon, Benito Muslolini and others who are dragging Germans deep into Asshole, as we Croats for generations ((for home in GERMAN SHUPKS ready)) to feed us sick hungry Croats, our Democracy EUROPE Auschwitz 2021. Question: Is Our Sick EUROPE Savages 📷 allowed to attack Russia and Russia to kidnap young Russian children? Just as Europe and ALBANIAN TERRORISTS in 1999 committed to Serbian Kosovo, kidnapped Serbian Young Children, took out ORGANS and sold them around the world, Carla Dell Ponte Veli Europe quickly got rich with ALBANIAN TERRORISTS, ALL TERRORISTS IN THE EUROPEAN UNION IN CREMATORIES IN MATHAUSENFE or KLAGE.We are> SLO, HR, BiH < 📷📷📷AUSTRIAN GARDENERS 10.December 2020 Joso Mesić Elementary School Gundulićeva ZP 10,000 Zagreb. FACTS: one who is a PATHOLOGICAL PATIENT cannot register ... We Balkan Croats and Slovenes are like ROTTY DEAD, we have human values ​​like TRULY DEAD - we are Liars, Thieves, Fraudsters, Manipulators, War Villains just because of Robbery , like our Germans, we Germans are dragged deep into the ASS and that is why we cannot be cured. (Herce ,, shit Shujica Srbo Perkovic)). We Balkans are full of Sneaky - Insidiousness, Malice and Malice and - Mobile Crematoria should be introduced for all Officials and Politicians since 1900. until 2020, who have done the least damage to their Balkan peoples ,,, OUR POLITICIANS AND BLACK SHIRTS OF THE BALKANS ON THE BORDERS AND ROADS ROBBER THEIR CITIZENS BLACK SHIRTS-BALKANS FROM THE ROBBED MONEY still to pay, "Court and everything else", united officials and blackshirts of the BALKANS HOW MUCH THEY HAVE TO GIVE TO POLITICIANS - VEGETARIANS, POLITICIANS AND VICTIMS TO FEED THEIR SICK CHILDREN AND PREPARE THEM TO CONTINUE TO CONTINUE. Joso Mesić Zagreb. FACTS: WHO BELIEVES US CROATS IS A PATHOLOGICALLY INCURRENT PATIENT. Europe cannot understand the SICK OR-PATHOLOGICAL PATIENT EUROPE-Thieves, Liars, Deceivers. 95% of us Croats in the Croatian Parliament are beautiful Serbian surnames ,, VIDOVI Ć ,,, Serbo ,, ljub ZEKANOVIĆ ,, GLASNOVIĆ ,, nice all noble Serb to Serb --- we do not know how to speak and write Croatian ZAGORSKI ,,, KAJKAVSKI, , Istrian ... Well, my sick fools are Croats, liars, fraudsters, manipulators, thieves, war criminals, all just for the sake of robbery.We like to speak Serbian, we read, we write, we sing Serbian, we laugh Serbian. We Croats are ready to eat at the home in 2019. Josip Perkov. We Croats and Slovenes are a small complex nation 98% pathological patients Thieves, Fraudsters, murderers of small children 1991 We do not know how to speak Croatian ,, so we love only Serbian ,, because we are fools ,, We Croats emigrate en masse from Croatia 1995 - now 2019 en masse (Ready for Home) in German SHUPKS we move in to eat, "as our Grandparents and Great-Grandparents did ,," because there is no more stolen food from our Serb citizens from Croatia, for us sickly hungry Croats ... Is it nice is a Croat Herce, shit to be with a beautiful SERBIAN SURNAME in German Asshole to retreat. Attica Peder, stop raping small children around the world ,,,, John Saint SERBIAN Paul ll every other Croat in ŠUPAK and he loves to treat us sick Croats ,,, pleasant and good only my Croats in GERMAN ŠUPAK, Dr. Shit Tudjman. November 12, 2020..If you are by any chance healthy in a pathologically ill Europe, you will take a look at ZDF Info History: film 14th Century CHRISTOPHER COLUMBO ... only because of the plunder of generations 1. Europe 2. America of this World ,, Europe of Adolf Hitler The policy of thousands of years in our Europe among politicians and officials has never changed for the better for the peoples of the world.1999 KOSOVO AUSCHWITZ EUROPE-Josef Mengele Auschwitz DEMOCRACY. OUR BELOVED EUROPE IS WILD FOR GENERATIONS, Like our HDZ - CROATIAN WILD COMMUNITY.IS IT NICE FOR A CROAT HERCE, SHIT TO BE GENERATIONS IN GERMAN ASSHIP TO PULL UP TO EAT WE CROATS AND FOOLS BOSNIANS, AND ,, lija Izmet ,, begović. DEMOCIDE IS THE TERM CONCEPTED BY OUR CROAT POLITICAL SCIENTIST RUDO j, RUMEL WITH THE INTENT OF MARKING ,, WIDER AREA ,, MASS - MURDER UNDER THE COMMAND OF THE AUTHORITY OF OUR CROATIA BECAUSE OF THE ROBBERY ... TYPE OF ACTION BY OUR GOVERNMENT OF CROATIA, WHICH HAS THE FIRST GOAL TO DIRECTLY KILL YOUNG CHILDREN, SERBS, "JEWS" AND CAUSING KILLING PEOPLE OR CAUSING DEATH IN PEOPLE, IT WAS MADE BY OUR CROATS. DEMOCIDE IS THE BIGGEST CAUSE OF UNNATURAL DEATH, AS OUR SLOVENIANS DID IN 1991 AND WE CROATS DID. FAR BEFORE ACCIDENTS, WARS, CRIMES, ANIMAL ATTACKS, WE ARE CROATS LORA camp - Genocidal SPLIT 1991. DEMOCIDE is a thousand times worse than GENOCIDE ... Dr. Sranjo Tudjman and A ,, lija Izmet ,, if you happen to be sane, you'll watch ZDF-Info hystori--who are the world's biggest liars, scammers and war criminals just for the sake of robbery. 1. Europe 2. America. Democracy Europe 1. Adolf Hitler 2. Dr. Sranjo Tuđman Croatia, Dr. Josef Mengele Auschwitz. Propaganda Europe Dr.josef Gebells. Europe has lagged behind in development. QUESTIONS: How long and how deep does our sick Europe have to crawl into American ass licking and shit eating as medicine for sick Europe brains. If you happen to be healthy, check out the ZDF information historians who are the biggest liars, scammers and war criminals in the world for robbery alone. 1. Europe 2. America. Italians Benito Muslolini phasists. Mi smo Austrijski Konjušari Šujica Herce, govna SRBO PERKOVIĆ.

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This leads to the very mysterious question: "Who asked?" Well, to understand the question, we have to understand the answer: So this very particular question is asking about who asked, the question is divided into two parts: Who & asked "Who" is what is called an "Interrogative word" which specifies the answer to make it suitable for the question, the "Who" here is specifying a person/human/homo sapiens/guy which has a brain to think about the surrounding stuff which surrounds him, which distinguishes the person/human/homo sapiens/guy from animals, plants, extraterrestrial creatures, or objects, so the answer should be as I said in the abstract: A human. Second: "asked" is a verb in the second condition of the forms of the verb, which are divided into three types: Regular, Past, or Past participle. and the verb "asked" is in the "Past" condition, which talks about the time that is gone and no longer exists. The original form of this particular verb is "ask", which is to say something in order to obtain an answer or some information. So, to summon what the answer wants from the previous two points, it's that: The answer wants to understand and know about the person/human/homo sapiens/guy who wanted to say something in order to obtain an answer or some information. So, in order to answer this question, we will have to identify two points: First: What was the question that the subject of the answer to the question "Who asked?" asked? Well, to understand this question, we will NOT have to understand what is the answer. We will just have to understand the definition of "Question" The "Question" is A sentence worded or expressed so as to elicit information. Questions could be identified using the "Interrogative Words", which we talked about earlier. these "Interrogative Words" are nine, which are: Who, What, Where, Why, Which, When, Whose, Whom, and How. We are going to explain each individually: As we said earlier: "Who" is specifying a person/human/homo sapiens/guy who has a brain to think about the surrounding stuff which surrounds him, which distinguishes the person/human/homo sapiens/guy from animals, plants, extraterrestrial creatures, or objects, so the answer should be as I said in the abstract: A human. "What" is specifying a non-person/non-human/non-homo sapiens/non-guy who either does not have a brain that he can understand and think properly with, like plants, or objects, or they have a brain, either that their brains cannot understand and think properly, like animals, or their brain can understand and think properly, but their species/type is rather different from the society, like extraterrestrial creatures, so the answer should be as I said in the abstract: A(n) animal, plant, extraterrestrial creature, or object. "Where" is specifying a place, city, country, continent, etc. where something happens, or some(one/person/human/homo sapiens/guy), plant, animal, extraterrestrial creature or object which exists in a place, city, country, continent, etc. "Why" is specifying a reason for doing something. "Which" is specifying a choice of either two or more choices that the receiver of the question usually chooses. "When" is specifying a time in which either something already happened, or something will happen in either near, or far future, for example: "When will anyone save me as I was captured by MatPat for trying to comment a joke about his video?" "Whose" is specifying a person/human/homo sapiens/guy who has a brain to think about the surrounding stuff which surrounds him, which distinguishes the person/human/homo sapiens/guy from animals, plants, extraterrestrial creatures, or objects, and that person/human/homo sapiens/guy owns something, or someone ( if he is a human trafficker ), and the sender of the question is trying to find who owns that something, or someone. "Whom" is an old-fashioned term, not often used today. Many native English speakers are less than clear about its accurate use. In fact, the word serves the same purpose as "Who" questions, which as we said: specifies a person/human/homo sapiens/guy who has a brain to think about the surrounding stuff which surrounds him, which distinguishes the person/human/homo sapiens/guy from animals, plants, extraterrestrial creatures, or objects, so the answer should be as I said in the abstract: A human, but tends to be used when it is the object of the verb. With modern English, there is no real need to use the term. "How" could be referring to the way something is done or refers to the status of the receiver of the question. Now, let's get back to where we were talking: Questions can be different, and many, and the possibility of guessing the question could be high or low according to the frequency of using it, but guessing a question which was asked for the first time is very difficult, so, it is not specific what was the question that the subject of the answer to the question "Who asked?" asked. Second: What is the purpose of the question "Who asked?"? Well, it could be referring to roasting someone as the humor of "No one asked.", and it could be referring to actually asking a question about who asked the question. So, here's the answer to the question "Who asked?": It could be anyone who made something unlikely for the others or someone who asked a question which could be a hint to treasure, or a last "sentence" from somebody, or something else. (s)He could be you. (s)He could be me. (s)He could be Elon Musk. (s)He could be even your mom. as long as they have made something unlikely for the others or they have asked a question which could be a hint to treasure, or a last "sentence" from somebody, or something else.

This one proves my point ...The Lancet retracted the original on HQL within a week, also New England journal of medicine did the same. This was big pharma paid for bull shit peer reviewed paper that got the right treatment.. Perhaps you can find the hot mike comment from the Lancet CEO stating his thoughts about the pharma industry that paid for the BS. He used a few well chosen expletives. Why ...because journals like the Lancet are sick of the crap they see pharma push on the unsuspecting public via the fully paid for main stream media. Please go and do some investigation into this. It's hard to find the truth but its'out there. Follow the money trail. Goodbye.

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