sometimes i go to frankfurt to visit kelly, and all the pent up energy, the repressed appetites and obscene dancemoves, bust out of me in a big way. this time i rode to frankfurt at 200 km/hour in a car full of swiss men, danced two nights away, drank beers at ikea, and feasted on oatmeal pancakes and white bean burgers. take that, february.
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