One evening in Paris (seriously) I was sophisticatedly standing next to my friend Alison on the crowded Metro. I was trying to maintain a look of nonchalance while casting not-so-furtive looks at the people around me. Inside my body I could feel my heart rejoicing at my neighbors’ Frenchness as I wound one of my hands around a pole for balance.
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Though, when you think about it, it was, in its own way, a twisted and disgusting compliment.
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That is the worst genre ever!
Old Penis is a terrible genre!
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I don't remember if I ever told you about my experience in Paris (and why I know hate the French --- YES I KNOW THAT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY MEAN THING TO SAY BUT I'M NOT BEING 100% SERIOUS****THOUGHT IT WAS NECESSARY TO SAY THIS IN CASE I OFFEND SOMEONE OR THEY DON'T KNOW ME AND REALIZE I'M NOT ... whatever) but I should tell you sometime if I haven't and we can hang out.
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he had no idea what you were saying
he was probably bawling because he was so bored or confused
its more like he BALLED* all over you
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