Today I saw one of my fathers coworkers on my way out of a Dining Hall. We struck up a friendly chat, which was made slightly difficult by his limited comprehension of the english language. You see, he's not quite from America, but rather from a far off land known as "Europe." Us Americans typically refer to this land as "Caucasian Surrender Ville." At any rate, he has trouble understanding some of what I'm saying, so fortunately I speak a bit of french. I start adding some french words that I know into the conversation to facilitate his understanding, not many, just a few words here and there. Anyway, later on I realize that he's Italian...
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If I had a penny for every time I did something this stupid....
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