Yeah, it was a French Club trip and my school was/is full of dumb hicks. Eh, it was an enjoyable trip when I could be alone and enjoy the sights and not have to translate/dial phones/lead them.

Ugh... hicks.

I just burped and it tasted like fish sticks.

OM FUCKING NOM.

fuck yes

I can honestly say it's been about a decade since I had a fish stick and I don't look to change that anytime soon.

Yeah... they are kinda nasty, aren't they?

All the ones I've ever had were. Hushpuppies on the other hand........

EW. I hate hushpuppies. And grits too.

I can't abide grits. Dammit, now I want to go to Waffle House but I only have $2. I might be able to scrounge some change. I think a waffle and drink is like $4.50

What do you think of these thoughts (your reply will be scrutinized):

Truth rests on the thin edge of "on the record." This is the stigmata of the early 21st Century. The ambiguous shall be our nails to action.

Over there, at that time, is a soul souling. Existentialism could take say so much in some many words.

That's enough to get you a heaping plateful of greasy-as-fuck hash browns.

i rnt no how reed.

Je pense donc je suis.


Bleh, no hashbrowns. I wantz teh wafflez.

I hate you, and by extension, the SYG.

You really are terrible. And I'll remember this.

Curses!

but i wub yew :(

Oh shit, phantom vibration. And I've officially passed my total post count on Old Blue in this thread alone....15 posts ago.

Sarcasm and irreverence.

I think I have posted the two most relevant words to undermine this thread.