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I was meeting up with my travel mates at Rome Fiumicino Airport back in highschool for a summer school program in Scotland. There was this girl sitting at a table, blue eyes, blonde hair, 1.85 m tall. I wanted to befriend her, so I asked her what her name was and where she was from. She replied, in the most stereotypical Calabrian accent ever: “Hi! My name is […] and I’m from Cosenza”. FUCKING COSENZA. I almost pissed myself as she stood up. Those fucking Norman genes. “Mommy?” Then I remembered I’m gay and we became summer bffs.
Wasn’t that guy spanish?
Except, that’s a Dutch town, and it’s a Spanish dude.
If you wanna be a big man in a small town, fuck off down the model village.
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Derek Zoolander’s center for Ants who can’t read good.
I was meeting up with my travel mates at Rome Fiumicino Airport back in highschool for a summer school program in Scotland. There was this girl sitting at a table, blue eyes, blonde hair, 1.85 m tall. I wanted to befriend her, so I asked her what her name was and where she was from. She replied, in the most stereotypical Calabrian accent ever: “Hi! My name is […] and I’m from Cosenza”. FUCKING COSENZA. I almost pissed myself as she stood up. Those fucking Norman genes. “Mommy?” Then I remembered I’m gay and we became summer bffs.
Wasn’t that guy spanish?
Except, that’s a Dutch town, and it’s a Spanish dude.
If you wanna be a big man in a small town, fuck off down the model village.