A long time ago - and this was a wonderful story in itself, in that it was pitifully comic - your dear narrator lost an opportunity at great, um, relationship??
At the word…I shudder. Suffice to say was a cool chic, and she took home a Fway what was soaked from having lain in a nice, flowing storm gutter.
Cheers, Fway! Mission: accomplished. Amazin’.
That was Round 1.
Though that was good? Well, drink your beer, my friend. DING.
Round 2.
Wow. I suddenly could give a fuck about this story. I was instant messaging a Frenchman and he pissed me off, naturally. Next time the Germans are restless, I’m just gonna pop a beer and a squat, vote isolationist, and give a middle finger in their direction. Enjoy “Le Sauerkraut, you rifle-dropping fuckers.”
Nah not really. Germans stink. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
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OK. wrote that 20 minutes ago. French shit kept happening over IM. And I’m done. This turned into a whole lot of nothing. Thanks for stopping by.
