“And in this country, women are more than capable      of doing whatever it is we wish to do.”

  Zarya kept her place, large arms folding across her chest.   She wore a sleeveless tank top for the entire purpose of   showing off her rippling musculature. 

       Her gaze shifted downwards at the sheep, an eyebrow        arching to her pink hairline.

    “How did you get a sheep in your briefcase?”

   The Kazakhstanian quickly followed the sheep,                                                                                     before finally grasping the sheep and stuffing it back into his briefcase.                                                       " I brought it from Kazakhstan. 

   You remind me of-aa , my mother. ...                                                                                                                 She is 94 "

“Hey. I didn’t expect you to spend the night here. Wanna dance?”

  " D-DANCING ?! ? BORAT EXCITE,                                                                                                     

  VARY EXCITE. I AM DANCING ! 

     Everybody Dance now ! "

        it’s an understatement to say zoe benson has ‘seen some shit’, but this was coming really close to taking the cake in that department.

        sagging pants and spitting out fragments of what she’s assuming is slang—really. dated. slang. for a brief moment she idly wonders if she accidentally slipped into hell.

        “’bang, bang’ would mean death, death. holler at yourself.”

" You look like my retard brother, Bilo.                                                                                                     Are you-ah man with voice of a cat ? " 

This time the young girl lets out a laugh. “ Well, we are not in Kazakhstan. Welcome to America, where all the crazy people are. You must miss your home. ”

   " In America ... eh , can you take-a Borat driving ? "

@borat-sagdiyevv lms.

        “Sir, I’d suggest—— I’d kindly suggest that you not do that around here.”

 Borat stared at the man in the public restroom. 

    His hand immediately left the inside of his pants ( after the obvious  )                                              and proceeded to force a handshake and a french kiss onto the man,

    " Jagshemash, my name-ah Borat ! "

THEMEPOCALYPSE 2016 SENTENCE STARTERS

Send one of the phrases seen on the dashboard during the debacle of 7/7/16:

“DO NOT TOUCH IT.” “At least we’re all ugly together.” “You son of a bitch!” “Start a prayer circle!” “Hello, Police?” “NOOOOOOOO!” “I’m actually crying right now.” “HOW FUCKING DARE THEY–” “Today SOMEBODY lost their job!” “WHAT HAVE THEY DONE NOW?” “Put it back.” “Fucking fix this, will you?” “YOU FUCKED UP BIG TIME!” “WHAT THE FUCK?!” “Guess I’ll just go fuck myself then.” “No, no…I’m okay…I’m okay…FUCK IT, I AM NOT OKAY!” “Whelp, I’m leaving before I have a mental breakdown. Bye.” “Yep, it’s been fun but I’m moving away now–” “Why can’t you do anything without breaking EVERYTHING?!” “It’s officially the end times.” “AND NO, I DON’T WANT TO ASK HIM/HER/THEM A QUESTION!” “WE HAVE BEEN EQUALIZED!” “I’M SO MAD!”

          “ Hello Borat, and I haven’t seen Master Ryu in awhile. You need help to defend against your wife? She’s not hurting you or anything “

  " Sometimes - ahh ... in bed, my wife, Oxana, trying-- ah, she say                                                            ' Borat Borat Time to play ! ' then do the funny things to me. 

    I don't like it, sometimes from the back too. "

fyi don’t try to fucking fix your theme or the html WILL be deleted. don’t touch it.

OKAY I JUST WANT TO ADD TO THIS because if you have gone on your theme and it’s deleted, once tumblr fixes this and you can edit HTML again, go to the theme recovery page and you should be able to restore it!