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No snow whatsoever, but still I just love it! Working in a palace is amazing to begin with, but working in a palace high up above the city is double the fun. "Going down into the city" for lunchbreak just sounds decadent... *smirks*
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There's a Mcdonald's literally opposite the Piazza della Rotunda from the Pantheon. It's kind of a fucking disgrace.
I got into a fist fight with a gypsy there... While a guest in someone else's country...
I really beat the shit out of him...
And yet the most embarrassing part of this story is "what the hell was I doing at a Mcdonalds?"
I got into a fist fight with a gypsy there... While a guest in someone else's country...
I really beat the shit out of him...
And yet the most embarrassing part of this story is "what the hell was I doing at a Mcdonalds?"
Not bad enough that he required a doctor... so probably not within your own exacting standards for a good beating. Just enough to make me feel like a big man for an hour or two. I am pretty sure that the local authorities look the other way when it comes to gypsy-beating. Or at least they did. Still, it was probably inexplicably good fortune that I didn't get picked up.
As for why... He was trying to secure my participation in a magic trick that was semi-generally understood to be a tactic for picking my pocket, and he just _would_not_let_up_. No matter how many times I tried to politely decline. And I was in a hurry. And he said something disparaging about my mother when I declined more aggressively.
THIS WAS A PRETTY DUMB THING TO DISCLOSE TO THE INTERNET.
As for why... He was trying to secure my participation in a magic trick that was semi-generally understood to be a tactic for picking my pocket, and he just _would_not_let_up_. No matter how many times I tried to politely decline. And I was in a hurry. And he said something disparaging about my mother when I declined more aggressively.
THIS WAS A PRETTY DUMB THING TO DISCLOSE TO THE INTERNET.
I'm with Homeland Security. We'll get in contact with the right people over there. Wherever there is.
I applaud you, personally. There was a skin-care babe in Lahaina, Maui, a few weeks ago trying a similar tactic. I should have beat her up. She grabbed my friend and he ended spending $400 for skin creams, for fuck's sake.
I applaud you, personally. There was a skin-care babe in Lahaina, Maui, a few weeks ago trying a similar tactic. I should have beat her up. She grabbed my friend and he ended spending $400 for skin creams, for fuck's sake.
The feminist indoctrination that I've been subjected to as a part of my North American upbringing still leaves me feeling icky at the prospect of hitting girls. I've found that an intermediate instrument of ass-beatery, like a steel pipe... or a sturdy chair... can be very effective at sublimating my progressive guilt when used to administer the pummelling.
Perhaps this can also work for you.
Perhaps this can also work for you.
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