@View4Y52692@anxietymsgs Well, thanks, I was about to go to sleep but now I have to google ”engagement farming”. I have a bad feeling this is going to be like finding a distant relative of Rick Rolling…
my cousin grew up in a jamaican household where her mom cooked heavy every single night, like rice and peas, curry chicken, oxtail type meals so when she was like 5 she went to her first sleepover at a friend's house and when it was time for dinner the mom brought out… grilled cheese and tomato soup
my cousin deadass looked at her and said "oh that's nice, but when's dinner
the mom was like "honey this iS dinner"
she immediately called her parents to pick her up lmaooo when she got home her dad was confused like "i thought you were eating over there?" and she told him what happened
her mom was Ashamed like "that is so disrespectful you can't just leave people's houses like that"
but her dad could not stop laughing, it seems he brought it up at every family gathering for years
Ok, I admit that I’m not a sculptor and have never even tried to sculpt anything, but I can bet that my first attempt would be better than this giant orange and yellow thing near Paddington Station. I admire whoever did it though, as someone paid loads for it. Genius.
@InsideLucysHead 'Michael' is the name of one of God's two archangels. He is mentioned in the Qur'an.
"Whoever is an enemy to Allah and His angels and His messengers and Gabriel and Michael - then indeed Allah is an enemy to the disbelievers. (2:98)
Both are protected and revered names.
Tough to be Irish...
"What's your name?" asked the teacher.
"Mohammad," he replied.
"You're in Ireland now," replied the teacher, "So from now on you will be known as Mike.
Mohammad returned home after school.
"How was your day, Mohammad?" his mother asked.
"My name is not Mohammad. I'm in Ireland, and now my name is Mike”.
"Are you ashamed of your name? Are you trying to dishonour your parents, your heritage, your religion? Shame on you!"
And his mother beat the shit out of him. Then she called his father, who beat the shit out of him again.
The next day, Mohammad returned to school. The teacher saw all of his fresh bruises.
"What happened to you, Mike?" she asked.
"Well, shortly after becoming an Irishman, I was attacked by two f00king Arabs."