me muera acostarme con ti
I also went to this illegal rave on the solstice night on a mountain and it was primarily French people and although the music was so loud, all you could hear was them shouting ‘Allez! Allez! Allez!’ over and over and over
All the French people I met in Spain just ask you for cigarettes and when you say you have none (really I do but u can’t have them srry) they just talk at you in French and I’d tell them I don’t speak French but they just talk at you in it anyway because we all know the French will always expect you to just learn French right then and there so they don’t have to stop speaking French
A wise person once told me that if the whole world started speaking in English, the French would still be stubbornly sitting in cafés speaking French
And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.
We met this man in Spain that looked exactly like Frank Zappa and he spoke no english but we communicated in gestures and he had a puppy and it’s mama and they looked like wolves and the puppy always found me and they all lived in a bush in the park next to the river with just some bags full of stuff and then one day they were gone and they’d left and we never saw Frank Zappa again
I often wonder where Frank Zappa and the puppy are now