I still sometimes think about the guy in my lower secondary school English class in probably 2016 reading the infobox on the Wikipedia article for Tanzania, and saying out loud, “Official languages: none de jure??”, pronouncing it in a heavy singsongy Norwegian accent like “NOO-nuh duh YEW-ruh??”, apparently believing “None De Jure” to be the name of some sort of obscure African language rather than just meaning “no official language”
And then I remember that this was around the same time that the teacher asked what New York was named after, and I raised my hand and answered “the Dork of York”. And then my soul goes nichijou_pencil_stab.mp4 for a bit
I know a guy getting a phd in history and writing a book. Sorry dude, but I remember when you came up to me in the hallway, put your arm around me, and went, “bro, please take me to the bathroom. I smoked too much and I can’t walk and I really need to shit, I’m about to shit myself.” You could become the next Karl Marx that’s always what I’ll remember you for.
Im sure most people who personally knew Karl at the time remembered him for things like that
“Karl? You mean the guy who always smells like brandy and has piles?”
The guy who boast about his english sugar daddy, yeah
He was known to shit outside bars he got kicked out of iirc
Soviet anthem plays as Karl Marx shits outside a bar he was thrown out of for ranting and raving too much about the valorization process
Amazing
why is that even embarrassing. that seems like a sucky situation and a valid reason to ask for help
It’s not really it was just funny.
I’d be happy to help. That’s a cool story not an embarrassing one.