I’ve been to Prague. It’s a lovely city full of red roofs and good beer.
I think everyone should Czech it out.
Whenever I’m not sure where I am, I go to the window and make sure Laibach isn’t stomping around outside. Sometimes, there’s no window. But I can feel them out there.
And they would each like to be your Czech mate.
You try that, you get p@wn’d.
Yeah, you can’t give Laibach even the slightest opening, or they’ll let themselves in.
Kinda like the slightest opening you just gave me to link this.
Go take your pils, would you?
Hang on to your seats, they’re sending us even more!
So what is it now, Czech-OH!-Slovakia?
Czechs sends checks to Tex after wrecks.
Now it’s Istanbul, not Czechoslovakia
I would stay away from windows in Prague.
It’s easy! In one, they speak Slovenčina. In the other they speak Slovenščina. Easy!
(Or slovenský jazyk/slovenski jezik if you prefer.)
You could have done more with that opening, I’d say. This one might be more relevant to the thread. Damn ParsiNazis.
Ha! I get your obscure reference. From back in the days when religious conflicts knew how to kill/maim with panache.
Waste of time anyway. They’re just a bunch of shopworn spaniards.
Was he an interior decorator?
You may know it as the Czech Republic, but it will always be Chechnya to me.
The place is a time bomb waiting to go off – a real pressure cooker.