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Step Five: Start having doubts about your tattoo, which is looking more and more like a colorable stencil on a paper placemat for kids

In Paris, we cry. In Paris we drink too much and enter the wrong apartment, accidentally sleeping in the wrong bed. That’s Paris.

Now, I should say that I don’t speak Spanish, but I do speak un poquito Spanish. Is that bueno with everyone?

My mask's jerky hole? Yes, what’s that? It’s a hole for eating jerky. I don’t think that works. Please don’t. Oh, you’re showing me already.

Have a visible breakfast of two croissants, orange juice, and a glass of red wine on Zoom. Complain how you had to make the croissants by hand.

How am I supposed to get people to think I’m cultured and experienced if I don’t have the selfies with European landmarks to prove it?

Have you been sculpting a triumphal arch, but can’t nail the reliefs? Are you hammering away at that sarcophagus, but the measurements are all off?

Argentina = Sayonargentina / Ireland = Expireland / Israel = Wasrael / Italy = Quitaly / Portugal = Deportugal / Qatar = Qatar Loose

Here-Straight-From-Military Guy: Has probably already committed war crimes. Drinks water out of a milk-gallon container.

Flying machine release date / Signs thy husband doth disrobing thy house maid / How to disrobe thy house maid / Paintings of breasts nearith me

I’m not some lame meme for TikTok. I’m a piece of art, dude. I live here! In a museum! Where do you live? A shared one-bedroom in Bushwick?

Fetsfermönee - The act of drafting a tweet about selling pictures of your feet, then deleting it because your mother follows you.