Holy Macaroni! (the elbow kind),
I am de nouveau entrenched in man fandangos! It seems I can never shovel my way out if this never- ending ditch. It is turning out to be my very own Journey to the Center of the Earth. Mon de dieu, ce que c’est fatigant!!! (All of you that speak French, kindly ignorez-vous the spelling).
Il se fait que while I have been most unsuccessfully lusting after my Deutsch darling, one of the cooks at work has, lord knows how, fallen under the charms of my spaz attacks. Perhaps he thinks I am a French Fox? Or a Brazilian Beauty? More likely, an Average American. I shall never escape my common birth! It appears that I have made a trend out of dallying with the little Marfa Mexican boys in my place of employment (he is # 3. Mon Troisieme wetback! No, I’m not racist I swear). Also, I must mention that he too is 18 (jail bate). And, for the kicker…He is best buds, permanent palls, with my splendid German. Pourquoi?
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