@misshistory: Wieso schnitzen wir eigentlich Kürbisse zu Halloween?! 🎃 Und ja: Ein Video ohne Haarreifen! Schockierend! 😱😂👸🏻♥️. Aber frisch gewaschene Haare vertragen sich nicht so gut mit Haarreifen, und das Video wollte schnell gedreht werden 😂♥️ Verzeiht! Ich hoffe ihr erkennt mich 😅. Folge mir für mehr #Geschichtswissen. 👸🏻⚔️ #MissHistory #Halloween

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family_stories_sonjasaur
Sonja Saur :
Jetzt sehe ich a nightmare before Christmas mit ganz anderen Augen
2024-10-30 09:36:44
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magyck0815
🫧Manou🫧 :
Wir haben das als Kinder bereits mit Zuckerrüben gemacht als Halloween noch gar ned bekannt war 😅
2024-10-28 11:24:04
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definitonslos
Leo :
Kannte ich noch gar nicht die Geschichte! Danke für die Aufklärung! 😁
2024-10-29 06:43:23
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meela7105
🏳️‍🌈Meela🇩🇪 :
Warum sprechen Sie von "wir..?" Ich feiere lieber das Reformationsfest und ich mag kein Halloween.
2024-10-28 11:48:52
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bianca_wolter
Bianca :
Ich kenne natürlich die Geschichte. Freue mich schon auf Halloween 🎃
2024-10-29 20:17:14
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l_ucie_meessen
Lucie :
😁 voll coole Geschichte, dachte immer dass man die bösen Geister abschrecken will, da die Portale an den Tagen offen sind.
2024-10-30 06:53:15
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die._.geilen._.nudeln123
𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚 💕 :
Hoffentlich checken jetzt die Leute das man an Halloween den satan NICHT feiert 😅
2024-11-17 20:00:02
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maga28ly
Magaly Marques :
ich wusste es nur mit böse geister zu vertreiben 🥰
2024-10-29 18:22:57
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andrerose7
Andre Rose :
Meinst du Jack o Laterne ????
2024-10-31 02:58:55
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sozialerrisikofaktor
Fran 🇩🇪🇪🇺 :
hab heute eine Halloween Folge von Kira Kolumna gehört und da kam das auch drin vor
2024-10-29 19:38:41
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vikii_hbr
vik :
@alexmessner0
2024-10-30 21:07:51
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lord.1984
Lord.84 :
🥰🥰🥰
2024-12-27 11:30:38
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einfachjasmin83
Einfachjasmin :
Daher auch der Name Jack O'Latern?
2024-11-03 09:39:02
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jess71628
jess :
Aber wie kamt man auf dieser Theorie über Jack?
2024-11-05 06:45:47
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rike7388
Idk :
Oha das hatten wir in der 3. Klasse
2024-11-08 14:46:13
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xlinex00
xLinex00 :
Wow! Sehr interessant!
2024-12-19 09:05:51
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user7106607692371
user7106607692371 :
Den Teufel kann man nur mit ✝️Abschrecken
2024-10-30 13:39:08
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realmext16
Realme XT856 :
das ist eine Iren Geschichte aber stimmt so nicht
2024-10-30 13:32:47
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user7181937565510
Nähhummelchen :
@Gina Zörkler
2024-10-30 12:09:03
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lillemoor666
Lillemoor :
das wusste ich schon. coldmirror und Harry Potter Podcast sei dank
2024-10-30 11:34:09
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_queen_devl_
QueenDev¡l :
@ᴵᴬᴹᒙunky ᗫ ᖇuffy
2024-10-30 06:42:25
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gelileafy
Yumo und Lilly :
🥰danke
2024-10-29 18:23:29
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gelileafy
Yumo und Lilly :
🥰🥰🥰
2024-10-29 18:23:21
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antjeriedemann
Katzenmama*61 :
Für mich ist der 31.10. der Reformationstag!!!!!
2024-10-29 16:19:49
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susanneschoenig
Susanne 🐀🐞 Team Blumenmann :
ist das der gleiche wie mit der Bohnenranke?
2024-10-29 04:11:51
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susanneschoenig
Susanne 🐀🐞 Team Blumenmann :
🥰🥰🥰
2024-10-29 04:11:00
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