"Gentlemen! You can't fight in here; this is the War Room!"
—Dr. Strangelove
" ¡Caballeros! Usted can' lucha de t adentro aquí; ¡éste es el cuarto de guerra! "
- El Dr. Strangelove
" Horsemen! You can' fight of t inside here; this one is fourth the military one! "
- The Dr. Strangelove
Oh shit, I need to go to the bathroom
畜生、私は浴室に行く必要がある
Domesticated fowl and animals raw, as for me it is necessary to go into the bathroom
I refuse to buy gold from these God forsaken Chinese gold sellers!
나는 이 신에 의하여 저버려진 중국 금 판매인에게서 금을 사는 것을 사절한다!
Me this in compliance with the shoes from the Chinese gold sale person who comes to go back on refuses the fact that lives the gold! where
by Aepheh
ma ovo je bezveze
miliamper ovo je bezveze
milliampere this had incoherent
by lalala
blow it out your ass
それをあなたのろば吹きなさい
Your donkey blow that
To boldly go where no man has gone before.
Hen til fed gå i stykker der hvor ikke menneskene har borte i nærværelse af.
To boldfaced go to pieces where no man has gone before.
I demand you take that truncheon and beat the fish senseless!
« Chinese (traditional) »
我要求您警棍和打無意義的魚的作為!
I request your night stick and hit the insignificant fish's achievement!
The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Det tidlig fuglen blir ormen , bortsett fra sekundet musen blir osten.
Facts early days bird becomes the worm , but the second mouse becomes cheese.
Romeo Romeo where for art thou romeo.
Juliet whatever name something about how a rose smells.Cry havoc let slip the dogs of war. Macbeth should be called Macdeath. In a midsummer nights dream a chick kisses a donkey. Go Shakespeare. You rock.
ロミオロミオ芸術のあなたロミオのために。
ばらがいかにについての臭いがするかJulietどんな名前何か。叫びの破壊はスリップを戦争の犬可能にした。 マクベスはMacdeathと電話されるべきである。 真夏の夜でひよこの接吻をろば夢を見なさい。 シェークスピアは行く。 揺れる。
Romeo's of Romeo Romeo art because of you.
Smell the rose how concerning does Juliet what kind of name what? Slip the dog of war it made the destruction of the scream possible. Macbeth should telephone Macdeath. Kiss of the chick look at the donkey dream at the night of midsummer. Shakespeare goes. It shakes.
by barney III
