Random
Source Code
Random
14th president of the United states of America
My favorite president is Jimmy bob
Two bitter enemies turned lovers, inspiration of the saying "enemies to lovers"
Oh man! Look at those two love birds! They're Bob X Panos!
Whitley bay is a beautiful place to be unlike other definitions, full of beautiful tranquil pissheads (like the famous Jonny decka) in their natural habitat (the vic) Normally very docile animals but once provoked can be very nasty members of the orangutan descendants. Whitley bay is home to many small businesses that are more than likely trying to sell you £2.46 worth of stock for about £67.99. At least. namely ) great staff crap business. Also home to many kabab shops, many bad many good, only one I’d recommend trying is tasty Turk ((open Thursdays to Sundays from about 9pm) I take all my friends there and they all say the same, best kabab in Whitley). If you go to the beach expect to see lots of 15-16 year olds mortal face down in the sand and many a crackhead lighting up their next fix. You’ve got many places to try but steer clear of the “reputable” fox and finch, was good now not. Besides wouldn’t want to like anywhere else. Ciao, Whitley
Bob
Whitley bay eh, lets gan Havana. Weyhey, let’s do that sonna. Get the bags in aye Whitley bay Bob
In Moulmein, in lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people – the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me. I was sub-divisional police officer of the town, and in an aimless, petty kind of way anti-European feeling was very bitter. No one had the guts to raise a riot, but if a European woman went through the bazaars alone somebody would probably spit betel juice over her dress. As a police officer I was an obvious target and was baited whenever it seemed safe to do so. When a nimble Burman tripped me up on the football field and the referee (another Burman) looked the other way, the crowd yelled with hideous laughter. This happened more than once. In the end the sneering yellow faces of young men that met me everywhere, the insults hooted after me when I was at a safe distance, got badly on my nerves. The young Buddhist priests were the worst of all. There were several thousands of them in the town and none of them seemed to have anything to do except stand on street corners and jeer at Europeans.
You're such a Mrs. Bob
In Moulmein, in lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people – the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me. I was sub-divisional police officer of the town, and in an aimless, petty kind of way anti-European feeling was very bitter. No one had the guts to raise a riot, but if a European woman went through the bazaars alone somebody would probably spit betel juice over her dress. As a police officer I was an obvious target and was baited whenever it seemed safe to do so. When a nimble Burman tripped me up on the football field and the referee (another Burman) looked the other way, the crowd yelled with hideous laughter. This happened more than once. In the end the sneering yellow faces of young men that met me everywhere, the insults hooted after me when I was at a safe distance, got badly on my nerves. The young Buddhist priests were the worst of all. There were several thousands of them in the town and none of them seemed to have anything to do except stand on street corners and jeer at Europeans.
Don't be such a Mrs. Bob
When someone moves away from their normal self , like a YouTuber creating completely new content to their normal stuff .
Coined by James Marriot
Have you heard ? John is having a Bob Ross Breakdown
When you make a piece of work that can never be destroyed and could never mach your characteristic standards causing you to have a silent melt down every time you think about it
Person A: wow I like this story
Person B: Really! It was the product of like 8 Bob Ross Breakdowns, I actually regret even keeping it.