Here's my take on the subject. The back is a bit messy, but I tried to keep it as close to the original as possible. Used JazzOn's Iceman tribal thingy, so it's a bit different from the real deal.
Can't be real. A real tatoo, that size, in such a delicate location, would leave at least some superficial marks for a while. And who on earth tatoos the face of their boyfriend on their arm?!
I can speak English and French (well enough to ask "How do I get out of Quebéc"), am young, did all but one semester in college before dropping out, am used to the metric system - how good are my chances of making it into Canada?
As a matter of fact, it does - e.g. Kurt last year - but I agree with you. Seeing Smoke and yle go at it is much more fun that watching Jimmie Johnson comatose his way into the Chase and win the last couple races.
With the exception of Germany, the entire eurozone is ****ed. And Germany is the only exception because instead of playing nice and pretending they could support a social-democracy like every one else did, they went full retard with neoliberalism when the wall was brought down.
Unless one can move to Norway, Denmark, Canada and perhaps Sweden, there's very little hope for our faux-Dutch friend.
I do not want to get off-topic here, but just to prove how lacking in research your assertions are, here's a quick copypasta from Wikipedia.
"In 1982, Dahmer moved in with his grandmother in West Allis, where he lived for six years.During this time, his behavior grew increasingly strange. His grandmother once found a fully dressed male mannequin in his closet; Dahmer had stolen it from a store.On another occasion, she found a .357 Magnum under his bed. Terrible smells came from the basement; Dahmer told his father that he had brought home a dead squirrel and dissolved it with chemicals. He was arrested twice for indecent exposure, in 1982 and 1986; in his second offense, he masturbated in front of two boys."
"Bundy's Tacoma recollections varied from biographer to biographer: To Michaud and Aynesworth he described roaming his neighborhood, picking through trash barrels in search of pictures of naked women. To Polly Nelson he spoke of perusing detective magazines, crime novels, and true crime documentaries for stories involving sexual violence, particularly when illustrated with pictures of dead or maimed bodies; yet in a letter to Rule he asserted that he "never, ever read fact-detective magazines, and shuddered at the thought" that anyone would. To Michaud, he described consuming large quantities of alcohol (which he called "a very important trigger") and "canvass[ing] the community" late at night in search of undraped windows where he could observe women undressing, or "whatever [else] could be seen."Accounts of his social life also varied: He told Michaud and Aynsworth that he "chose to be alone" as an adolescent because he was unable to understand interpersonal relationships.Though he maintained a façade of social activity in school, he claimed he had no natural sense of how to develop friendships. "I didn't know what made people want to be friends," he said. "I didn't know what underlay social interactions."
Your finish line goes trough both barriers, but it doesn't go through pitlane. Cars pitting don't have their lap count updated when they leave pitlane.
Last year my dad and I went to the Sao Paulo Indy 300 race. I got second degree burns all over from the heat during qualifying and then on Sunday the race got called off after two hours of torrential rain. I spent the next week with a running nose and shedding skin like a snake. Sometimes, TV not conveing the raceday experience isn't all that bad.
Something that just struck me: do all scandinavian/baltic countries celebrate valentine's day as well or are you just joining in the conversation to make the brits and americans feel less lonely?