I wonder why?
Well I'm uni student. And stereotypes demands I smoke pot, but most important drink lots of beer ending up thinking about what happened again last night and go back partying when I'm sober. And well that indeed used to be a rather accurate picture.
I'm also Belgian. Which means my beer 'problem' would be even bigger. I'd only eat chips, chocolate and waffles. I would want my country to be split into two and I kidnap children for a living, convince Russian girls to become err...dancers or export drugs. Luckily this image is rather false. Well except perhaps for the beer.
I'm also European which must mean I'm into fashion, don't believe in God as I'm a socialist or communist, don't care about monogamy and like my movies without action, a plot, and with as little as much logic and we are not patriotic. But actually I hate fashion and I don't dig Stalin.
Class Clown
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Gabbersaurus is way cooler than Supergabber.
Belgium has no stereotypes, it doesn't really exist
Graffiti is not art
Graffiti is a pox
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
And Texans are loud obnoxious know-it-alls. Much like some Bavarians.
I am a stereotypical druid I guess. Gandalf’s brother. LOL
Education: that which reveals to the wise,
and conceals from the stupid,
the vast limits of their knowledge.
Mark Twain
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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