If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.
After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.
OUR TEACHER MADE US READ THIS OUT LOUD IN CLASS AND I DIED
I still can’t say anemone
I only stuttered like twice and I’m stupidly proud.
"i was born in the wrong century," the girl sighs as she imagines a future where women have full ownership of their own bodies
wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness
i want a good omens movie but it has to be perfect and it won’t be therefore i do not want a good omens movie
The Good Omens movie is announced.
Neil Gaiman publicly states his approval with every aspect of the movie, and stresses how true it is to the book, how thoroughly it does it justice.
So does Terry Pratchett.
It has an absolutely perfect cast.
The director is an even better choice.
All promotional material looks wonderful.
A release date is set.
The trailer is incredible.
The premiere is a very exclusive event.
All early reviews come in positive.
Fans wait patiently in giant lines for a chance to be the first into the theatre for the midnight screenings.
They file into their seats.
They wait through the previews.
"Now: Our Feature Presentation" scrolls across the screen.
The screen goes black.
The Best of Queen begins to play.
In its entirety.
In glorious surround sound.