It wasn't my french. Remember, it was plagiarized. I suppose I have poor choice in french, as if it mattered. By the way - I just finished a 8 hour 11x14 inch watercolor painting of plaid. Does that make me gay or what's the deal. It's pretty goddamned depressing. A marvelous work of desolative proportions (and by that I mean ohmygod I gotta piss so bad)

Then you know nothing. A gentleman always laughs and then breaks wind, not only so that womenfolk and others with weak constitutions may cover their noses with an ointment-soaked handkerchief, but so that the breaking of the wind punctuates both the jocularity of the thing that caused the gentleman to laugh and the importance of the gentleman's reaction. So, you see, the laugh and the breaking of the wind are naught when encounter'd alone. But by their powers combined, I am Captain Planet. P.S. Ace poem <{Baba^Yaga}>. OR SHOULD I SAY HORUS8. I am mystified by the inclusion of a cricket in this biography, however. Surely you know the tale of -=Dark_Angel=- and Grandfather Cricket, and what passed between them, and what came about thence?

I told him that although his soup is delicious, he was giving me far too much (asswagon). P. Rawne calls diabetics and others in wheelchairs asswagon.

Granted, it is better than your french.

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I did not say gypsies in hungary or that gypsies are hungarian. i said hungarian gypsy. As for argue-ing in hungarian? any idiot with a computer can do that. granted not as poorly as you, but easily close.

Gypsies aren't hungarians - they're scum. As for the leves: Igen, kerek - ehes vagyok...ennyi eleg lesz...nem!!! ez nekem nagyon sok lesz...Nagyon isletes. Nagyon finom volt, de nem kerek tobbet. Ha ha ha who's hungarian now motherfucker.