If I’m brain dead or something can they split my organs in two and use them for two midgets instead of one tallish person?

I guess I should give my impressions of france…
all stereotypes seem wrong and it makes me angry….

people bathe.
not everyone was smoking.
there were no junky poets by the river
there were americans
people spoke english to me
the food was pretty, yet delicious.
there is free garbage service for everyone…
the prices were not fixed as I was expecting for a communist country. those capitalist swine insisted on charging me 6€ for a canned Bulmers….
I saw no mimes

Marcel Marceau is dead…I didn’t even know he was sick….I didn’t even know he was alive…I’ve never heard of Marcel Marceau…

my mom says I have high cheekbones…

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