everyone check out my new ya fantasy novel called a court of blood, bone, ash, roses, thorns, fire, ice, stone, ravens, enemies to lovers, fake dating, two number 9s, a number 5 large, and an extra large fries
Someone driving a car pulls up to a McDonalds drive-thru in Germany. The intercom podium reads “[handwritten script] Wilkommen bei [McDonalds “M”] [typed script] ich liebe es] (translation: Welcome to [McDonalds “M”] I’m loving it)
transcript of conversation:
Driver: Hallo
Employee: Hallo
Driver: Guten Sie English? (Is your English good?)
Employee: Yes
Driver: Stahbiell. Ich bekomm bitte einmal ein Doublepack menu. (Cool. I’ll have a [menu item], please.)
Employee, in heavy German accent: I don’t understand German.
This looks like a fucking parody post, or an edgy edit, but it’s 100% official real Flintstones.
Clarification: I don’t hate this book, I love it, it’s amazing. It’s just that taking a step back and looking it out of context is still really funny. Especially the line “We participated in a genocide, Barney.”
ok but imagine them in their cartoon forms saying this dialogue i’m
can we have some context to this, perhaps?
Bedrock is having a mayoral election. One of the candidates is a violent war mongering asshole that riles people up against the lizard people. This reminds Fred and Barney of their time in the army.
Back then the father of said violent candidate was riling people up against the “tree people”. Fred, Barney, and other soldiers fought what they believed to be a defensive measure against the tree people. Turns out, it was actually an invasion, in order to kill off the tree people and take over their forest to build Bedrock.
That’s what Fred means when he says he and Barney participated in a genocide. They literally did.
(Extra fun fact, Barney adopted a tree person baby after the war, and his son Bamm-Bamm is the last tree person.)
the way the sheer possibility of life loops right back around into impossibility… i can go anywhere and do anything! so i can’t go anywhere and i can’t do anything.
“What are you doing up here? It’s too high for your kind! You have no wings. If you fall, you’ll go ‘splat!’ I’d be sad to eat your tasty bits. Mostly.”
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