Drove inland ´till I found no fucker that speaks
English.Fuckin´deadly,except now I´ve nobody
to argue with,just shows,you can´t have
everything.
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Unemployed,semi-retired or mid-life crisis/crossroads?
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- the anti-barney
- Contrary in morning, Sullen in afternoon, Impossible in evening
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5 comments:
How's Old Barcino AB? I expect to hear of absinthe-fueled mayhem soon, you cunt you.
I hate when this happens. It's like breaking an afternoon session to go and eat, it's never the same when you get back. I'll have to catch up. Where is the oul' shitehawk?
Barcelona... fucking great place. Mind you, when I was there I went wandering off around the back streets to have a look around only to end up in a rather ropey looking area adorned with grafitti proclaiming "Tourist, you are the terrorist"...... That was the day I started actually buying guidebooks.
Just go up to guys in a bar, or on the street and say:
"mi fondo está para la venta: dos euros"
Chances are this will get you into all the arguments you could wish for. And if not, you might even earn enough for your flight home
¿Why is this not in all the guide books ?
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