I remembered the time I went to Paris. I met a hunky American man named "Daryl" he was looking for his brother Richard. He took me on motorcycle rides, crossbow shooting and an anti shower rally. Unfortunately my grandchild got eaten by a wild animal indigenous to France known as a "walker"
All around a great,hot steamy time.
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. Grandson Joe gets a trip to Wetherspoons as 50% of meals. Felt generous.
