I am surrounded by French bums

[kronus]

Ha Ha Kronus

I know that, just why france, you know there is Finland, Germany, Switzerland, Fiji, Austria, Ireland, Scotland etc etc...

I went with a girl. You know how girls are about shopping...

Plus, stuff is actually cheaper in Paris than in Moscow, so she was saving money. I can't say the same, though.

[mrsleeve]

Ha Ha Kronus

I know that, just why france, you know there is Finland, Germany, Switzerland, Fiji, Austria, Ireland, Scotland etc etc...

[vlad]

ok so one of the guys on the couch got up, went somewhere, returned, took a bunch of food from a completely different guy's bag, ate, and went to sleep. Maybe they're communist bums?

LOL

dude, have fun, enjoy, share it with the bums and they will be your friends

http://freeporn.hu/

[kronus]

oh my god there are places outside the U.S.?

Farbin, no. LAX, then public-transporting it. Should be a fun 4 hours.

The previous portion was pretty awesome. My tax return turned into a large amount of nice food and awesome beer. Shit's very expensive here, though.

[Farbin Kaiber]

ho.ly sh.it.


How was the previous portion of the trip? When you landing? Regular airport? Need a farbi-cab?

[mrsleeve]

Why would one want to go to France in the 1st place??? It full of stinky french people and the food is terrible.

[mattdk318i]

lol, sounds like my Fiance's experience in Dubai

[kronus]

ok so one of the guys on the couch got up, went somewhere, returned, took a bunch of food from a completely different guy's bag, ate, and went to sleep. Maybe they're communist bums?

[kronus]

how come you are not exploring the night in Paris?

CDG is pretty far from Paris... I also wanted to get some sleep.

daniel, no. 15 euros :( (but it was worth it from the warm hug of love the interbutt bestows upon me)

[daniel]

at least you have free wifi?

[vlad]

how come you are not exploring the night in Paris?

[kronus]

I am spending the night in Du Gaulle airport... flight leaves tomorrow and I don't have 50 euro to spend for a night at a hotel.

Really, it's quite scary. One of them keeps singing to himself and happily ho
humming while cutting bread and making pasta in a tiny electric kettle in one of the two available sockets. (the other one is occupied by my laptop) All the couches are occupied and one of the bums yelled at me already for getting too close to its couch space.

I'm going to go find myself a corner to sleep in so that I at least feel safe. I hope the service lady doesn't smell my passport tomorrow.

Au revoir, r3v. If you don't see me again, look for me on milk cartons.