Why?

Mine too (well, not my country but my joy, yes. What a beautiful and chill and foresty country. I miss it immediately when I leave.)

This website can be made, but it requires a dataset.

It’s the Ievan Polkka, “Ieva’s polka” where Ieva is a Finnish/Baltic variation of the name Eva.

There’s just a general “don’t do absurdly dangerous traffic things” law that regulates that you can’t skateboard on the highway and such. Do people need a law to tell them that they can’t throw themselves into traffic? And does it work?

Right?! A country that’s so prudish and worried about nudity, and yet they observe each other on the toilet? I feel like the whole transgender-bathroom discussion would be mostly gone if they had normal toilets with privacy.

I, too, commit most of my crimes from inside of a public toilet.

I think there may be a misunderstanding. The concept of jaywalking is nuts to me, and many Europeans. The USA has made it illegal to… walk? In the Netherlands, we don’t even have a word for this. It’s just walking. Traffic participation while not in a car.

Those words are not Dutch and neither is the grammar of the sentence, if you accept those words as real. Poopensharten is not Dutch-like, our words are not constructed like that and the phonemes are wrong for the language. I’m guessing it’s an American slang term. The sentence is pseudo-Dutch, and that’s what makes it funny, even to native Dutch speakers.

Some of the words are Dutch, yes. But not those

Being on time doesn’t require effort? How’s the weather in Neurotypia?

On the one hand: this is not Dutch. On the other hand: yes.

Es tut mir leid, dass ich dich mit meinen guten Manieren belästigt habe.

Right? They totally missed the actual insane part. And this is a word that Dutch people really use.

Ahh, danke!

Ich muss doch mal fragen… was ist das mit die Nudelhaare? Ich bin Niederländisch und lese immer ich_iel aber habe das nie verstanden.

It’s a terrible date but I can see how it creates a bond.

The two kinds of left wing people

Mine is biannual.

Big Iron is a song by Marty Robbins, about a criminal named Texas Red, who wore a big iron on his hip.