Ooo, very nice!
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I found myself reading the sub titles, then looking at the scoots, then looking at the shop, then reading the sub titles, then looking at the scoots, then looking at the shop, then reading the sub titles, then looking at the shop then looking at the scoots. Then i had to watch it again to see what i missed.
I forgot what happened the first time so i watched his shop, got distracted by the scoots and of course saw the sub titles and tried to pay attention.
I think i have a problem.
I giggled when i realized the dude had two floors and a crane.
I forgot what happened the first time so i watched his shop, got distracted by the scoots and of course saw the sub titles and tried to pay attention.
I think i have a problem.
I giggled when i realized the dude had two floors and a crane.
The family was asking why I had spent sooooo much time in the bathroom......scooter porn, the best!Kevin wrote:I found myself reading the sub titles, then looking at the scoots, then looking at the shop, then reading the sub titles, then looking at the scoots, then looking at the shop, then reading the sub titles, then looking at the shop then looking at the scoots. Then i had to watch it again to see what i missed.
I forgot what happened the first time so i watched his shop, got distracted by the scoots and of course saw the sub titles and tried to pay attention.
I think i have a problem.
I giggled when i realized the dude had two floors and a crane.
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I think I am going to weep...
The shop.
The bikes.
The roads.
The bikes.
The atmosphere.
And that gorgeous, rolling, guttural Belgian Flemish, which my grandparents also spoke, aside from their regular French, when they wanted not to be understood by others, esp. in public. Every time I hear it, I hear them murmuring to each other about something.
The shop.
The bikes.
The roads.
The bikes.
The atmosphere.
And that gorgeous, rolling, guttural Belgian Flemish, which my grandparents also spoke, aside from their regular French, when they wanted not to be understood by others, esp. in public. Every time I hear it, I hear them murmuring to each other about something.