Gay Paris (and I mean gay in the way fourteen year old emos use it.. errr that's gaaaay)
I must say I enjoyed Paris much more this time around. Probably because I am 21 now and not 16, and I stayed with a friend of Jibby's and got plastered almost every night. Woot. I had a fight with a Norwegian girl about her using Buddhism and reincarnation as an excuse to be reborn whenever a fucking bell rings and refuse to be responsible for the past. All in all a good evening. And I ate SO much cheese. Cheese is good, especially with red wine. Though I must say that I bought a bottle of cheap cheap wine from a little corner store and was harrassed by the French people I was hanging out with because of its low quality. I mean sure being haughty is fun, but being haughty about cheap wine? When you're a filthy French man trying to pick up any girl that moves? CHEAP WINE IS MY LIFEBLOOD.
Fucking French. They didn't really like me calling them fromage eating surrender monkeys either. Kudos to Pat for that description, it served me quite well.
And now I'm going to eat pizza with my Dutch friends.
Fucking French. They didn't really like me calling them fromage eating surrender monkeys either. Kudos to Pat for that description, it served me quite well.
And now I'm going to eat pizza with my Dutch friends.