Tic tac tic tac tic tac... drrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiNNNNNNNNNNNG Lundi 1er avril. 4h32 du matin Oh putain 4h32, je suis à la bourre moi. Vite avant que les vieux ne se réveillent. Mon frangin, pas de danger qu’il émerge avant 11 heures du mat.
In the sixth grade, we did a project on the cultural traditions of a foreign country. We had to write reports in our chicken-scratch-children’s penmanship, and some kids cooked food as well. One Korean student brought in some Bul Go Gi, and it was delicious. I ended up with Yugoslavia, about which I knew next to nothing. Fortunately, a family friend had started importing Yugos to the US, so at least I could talk about that. A less-than-educated young person might reasonably ask, “What is Yugoslavia?”
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