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I'm a big fan of being British. Today I measured myself in boxes of A4 paper (I'm 6 tall), started a war with the other side of the office, spoke like a pirate, had a conversation about which shoes are appropriate for Eid (the brown ones, if I get new laces), told an anecdote about a man in his wife's bra, got invited to a poetry reading, got invited to an acid fest and had at least 6 cups of tea and as many conversations about the weather.
Meanwhile, in France, fuck all happened.
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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
Last time I was in Chicago I spent an hour in a Nazi submarine with a banjo player.
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