Paris. An interesting place. Really. I mean it. In more ways than the obvious: sights, food, clothes, shopping, etc.
I was strolling around today, going grocery shopping and stuff, and there was a man standing on a street corner.
Okay, seems normal, right?
This man, dressed completely normal. T-shirt, jeans, Converse. Touseled short brown hair. Kinda cute.
He had headphones in. Again, normal.
He sat down, started to take his shoes off, and was screaming about how his cat rubs its face on everything, and when it does that thing where they jab their eyes on corners.
He was all like "Mon chat ne fait que se frotter le visage sur le méchant de toilette!" And blah blah blah, ya know.
Then, the guy took off his shirt, and swung it around above his head.
OMG, then you know what happened? Of course not. Lol. A little girl walked up to him and asked him if he needed help.
Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, haha. That dude really needs to get it figured out.
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