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No fromage tonight monsieur, only zee roast beef.
"Come here often?" she asked with a smile.
"Never in this particlular room," I quipped.
Thick Eastern European accent, I guessed Slovak.
"Bah!" she spat. "RRRRRRomanian", as if rolling her tongue to reinforce the fact.
"Could be worse, at least you're not American"
She didn't like like the picture on the website at all, no matter how hard I tried to force the two faces together. The only thing they had in common was a name, even the height and age didn't fit properly.I'd been had by a gypsy clone and I was in the room of all of one minute.
Still the accent was attractive nonetheless, and since I had already bought the ticket might as well watch the movie.
"Yoove beeen trinking, no"? she querried.
"Heavily", I responded. I don't think the Viagra I took was working yet, but it the blood rush was already evident in my face, along with the gin blossoms combined to make my face look like a sunburnt Navajo.
posted by Mutryn's non-throwing arm at 10:35 AM
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Post this garbage here again, and I'll stick your mother's rotting head on my porch as a ersatz jack O' lantern. Begone.
7:47 PM
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed……. one of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one's own ever-shifting desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of objective perception and thought”
6:51 AM
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