Buying bread from a man in Brussels.
He was six-foot-four and full of muscles.
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich.
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blog about whatever's on my mind for the day. might mostly be about sports.
2 comments:
Good lord you're a dork.
Thanks a lot for getting this song stuck in my head, Nick.
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