One thing I kinda like over here is the silence. I don't mean it's a quiet city, it's just that because I can't understand more than a couple of words of Danish, everything around me blurs to oblivion. I'm lost in a hummmm. On the TV, I can't comprehend the insipid ads that sell laser hair removal or revolutionary vacuums or understand the news reports about the financial crisis. I can't overhear kids acting like spoiled idiots, adolescents that think Britney Spears is cool or adults that get mad at their kids hockey games. I'm an optimistic person by nature and if I can't understand you, I'm probably going to think you're a decent and intelligent person unless you have a tattoo of a bucket on your forehead or smell like a cougar...
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I came across a bit of lingo that I like. You know the tatoos at the bottom of dumb broads' backs? Tramps stamps. That sums it up perfectly. Tramps stamps.
Dude, it is just like your cellphone....why not try to come into the 2000s???
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