Years ago I was in europe, france to be exact. That morning I put on a t-shirt then went out for the day, a t-shirt I got in wyoming a few months earlier.
I didn’t pay any attention to my shirt, I guess i should have because… That morning I got several unusual looks from women I met on the street. A couple smiles, a giggle and some downright hostile looks, frowns…
At this point I’m paranoid, kept checking if my fly was zipped. Why the odd looks? I happened to see my reflection in a store window and realized…
mine didn’t say national park, just the name... plural. I forgot those mtns were named by a frenchman. And the literal translation is…
I didn’t pay any attention to my shirt, I guess i should have because… That morning I got several unusual looks from women I met on the street. A couple smiles, a giggle and some downright hostile looks, frowns…
At this point I’m paranoid, kept checking if my fly was zipped. Why the odd looks? I happened to see my reflection in a store window and realized…
mine didn’t say national park, just the name... plural. I forgot those mtns were named by a frenchman. And the literal translation is…
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