Introduction: At Roomie#1's(the girl) new apartment for an apero with Roomie#2(the boy.) The vin is a-flowin', the snacks are being manged and the conversation non-stop.
What: We get into a conversation about my job situmacation(ie that there is very sadly nothing at all new to report) and I explain a bit about a job I really wanted that someone else ended up getting who happened to already have a job lined up plus the right to work in France in a few months and could only do the job for one year's time. It's not at all this person's fault I missed out by 1 place, but the situation totally sucks for me as I'm totally left in the merde. After giving the run down of the D's, I sigh and the next thing that comes out of Roomie#2's mouth is...
"BIATCH!!!"
Conclusion: Oh, France, I love ya, but your choice of the anglais coming into your country baffles me sometimes!
Hilarious! I feel like I understand why he bought you the immersion blender in 70s colors now. LOL
RépondreSupprimerhahaha! i'm sorry there is still no news...i've been sending good thoughts your way!
RépondreSupprimerASL-Love it. I think I'll teach him "whack" next as in, "that is whack!", might as well start them with the basics of slang circa 1990.
RépondreSupprimerN- Thanks for pense-ing of me and stopping by. Hope things are going well down in the sud, it sure sounds like it from your recent posts!
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