the cac mamba
Veteran
I always thought it was the pie piper as a sort of shout out to Jason Biggs.
edit: this whole fukkin thread
Hold up R. Kelly Calls himself the pied piper i just googled who the pied piper was :wow:
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edit: this whole fukkin thread
ThaRealness
Superstar
Why is this a thing anyways? fukkin Germans are always trynna scare the shyt out of their kids with folklore
Man folks parents really aren't reading with/to their kids anymore. Me and my sister had a huge story book with all them fables in it.
My parents did to a degree. I always brought home history and science books. They read stories out the bible instead
Kings County
Law III | Law XXV | Law XV
my momma read with me every day
disrepsect my momma parenting again and u gon have to square up
I'm Billy FUCO!!
Banned
Wut about tha old bytch in tha shoe tho?
nikka, that old thot had so much lil biscuit-head ass kids by different nikkas, that she didn't even know WHAT to do
Couldn't even afford a proper damn house......had to live in one big, stinkin'-ass old shoe
She could only afford to give them lil nikkas some shyt called "broth" or something, before sending them to bed.....don't even know what the fukk that is, I think that was some government food....
That story was an important one for young girls.....let them know how they'll end up if they get too many broke, bum-ass baby daddies
my momma read with me every day
disrepsect my momma parenting again and u gon have to square up
Reading Jet Magazine in the checkout line don't count bruh.
ThaRealness
Superstar
Y'all don't know about them two?!
The fisherman and his wife......the fisherman caught a magic fish who granted his every wish....dude was humble, and him and his wife was poor, so he just wished for enough for them to do a lil better.....then his bytch-ass greedy wife gonna keep sending his simp-ass back to the fish for bigger, more ridiculous wishes.....I think one time that bytch asked to be the Pope, or God, or some shyt like that......when that nikka told the fish that shyt, fish looked at him likeand wished dude and his wife RIGHT back into poverty on some
shyt, then dipped out.....
EVERY young nikka should've been told that story.....teach you about some of these hoes out here......
And y'all don't know about the Crooked Man? Y'all serious?
He was a crooked man, who had a crooked smile, and he had a crooked cat and had a crooked rat, and that nikka had some other crooked shyt I can't even remember...but I remember that nikka was crooked as fukk
Y'all don't know about the Crooked Man?
These nikkas don't know about the Crooked Man.........
Breh you should do like a weekly story time thread or some shyt
Taadow
The StarchBishop™️
Wut about tha old bytch in tha shoe tho?
Yeen know?
She had so many kids, she didn't know what to do...they should read that chit in 7th grade. lol
Is Pied Piper a double entendre? (Pipe her)
If a bookstore runs out of a certain book, does that mean no one or everyone reads it?
Why does @Phoenix_Knightly23 sound like the name of a pornstar?
Find out the next time on Dragon Ball Z!
If a bookstore runs out of a certain book, does that mean no one or everyone reads it?
Why does @Phoenix_Knightly23 sound like the name of a pornstar?
Find out the next time on Dragon Ball Z!
Kings County
Law III | Law XXV | Law XV
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Xtraz2
Superstar
hold up breh, it just hit me, I think sleepin in a shoe meant she slept in her shoes aka homeless with kids
BlueberryDelight
Rookie
my momma read with me every day
disrepsect my momma parenting again and u gon have to square up
Is Pied Piper a double entendre? (Pipe her)
If a bookstore runs out of a certain book, does that mean no one or everyone reads it?
Why does @Phoenix_Knightly23 sound like the name of a pornstar?
Find out the next time on Dragon Ball Z!
The German version of the tortoise and the hare is
First off, it's a hedgehog instead of a tortoise, and the pair agree that whoever wins the race gets a bottle of brandy and a gold coin. So right out of the gate, the writers decided that both of these woodland creatures needed to have reached the stage of alcoholism where they treat liquor as currency. SPOILER: All of this is going to culminate in the hare bleeding profusely from the neck. This is not a joke.
After the bet, the hedgehog runs home to his wife and dresses her up so that they look exactly alike, which says all sorts of things about their marriage, and then takes her with him down to the racetrack. Mrs. Hedgehog hides herself at the finish line, while her husband lines up on the starting point next to the hare. When the race starts, the hare easily dusts Mr. Hedgehog, but when Mrs. Hedgehog hears him approaching the finish line, she hops out and crosses it before him, presumably while asking what the hell took him so long.
Naturally, the hare's bullshyt meter starts buzzing, so he insists that they run the race again. She heartily agrees (remember, Mr. Hedgehog is still back at the beginning of the course), and they restart the race from the finish line. The same trick works again, since when the hare rounds the track, there's his opponent apparently waiting for him. The hare demands that they race yet again, to the same result. And again. This process repeats itself more than 70 fukking times, until finally, on the 74th lap, a blood vessel bursts in the hare's throat and he collapses in the middle of the racetrack, gurgling out his last confused breaths as he drowns in his own blood:
First off, it's a hedgehog instead of a tortoise, and the pair agree that whoever wins the race gets a bottle of brandy and a gold coin. So right out of the gate, the writers decided that both of these woodland creatures needed to have reached the stage of alcoholism where they treat liquor as currency. SPOILER: All of this is going to culminate in the hare bleeding profusely from the neck. This is not a joke.
After the bet, the hedgehog runs home to his wife and dresses her up so that they look exactly alike, which says all sorts of things about their marriage, and then takes her with him down to the racetrack. Mrs. Hedgehog hides herself at the finish line, while her husband lines up on the starting point next to the hare. When the race starts, the hare easily dusts Mr. Hedgehog, but when Mrs. Hedgehog hears him approaching the finish line, she hops out and crosses it before him, presumably while asking what the hell took him so long.
Naturally, the hare's bullshyt meter starts buzzing, so he insists that they run the race again. She heartily agrees (remember, Mr. Hedgehog is still back at the beginning of the course), and they restart the race from the finish line. The same trick works again, since when the hare rounds the track, there's his opponent apparently waiting for him. The hare demands that they race yet again, to the same result. And again. This process repeats itself more than 70 fukking times, until finally, on the 74th lap, a blood vessel bursts in the hare's throat and he collapses in the middle of the racetrack, gurgling out his last confused breaths as he drowns in his own blood: