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Popsicle Toes

Popsicle toes. Popsicle toes are always froze. Popsicle toes. You're so brave to expose all those popsicle toes.

Thursday, May 24

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Popsicle Toes

Popsicle Toes
(minus the actual toes)

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Much Ado About Nothing

I suppose many things could be written down here, but I can't think of a single one right now. But, I can think of four ways to know when you're a francophone (someone who loves french).
1. You freak out when "fancy" places use incorrect french grammar
2. You have an urge to speak french in a hibatchi steak house
3. People say they can't understand your accent
4. Your parents ban your french book from the house

Comment est-elle?

Popsicle Toes
France
She can kill with a smile she can wound with her eyes. Aand she can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see...
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O Mort, viex capitaine, il est temps! levons l'ancre! Ce pays nous ennuie, O Mort! appareillons! Si le ciel et la mer sont noirs comme de l'encre, Nos couers que tu connais sont remplis de rayons!