Exit, pursued by a bear.
Also,

the creep that decided to hang out with us who kept lamenting the fact that he was going to Afghanistan in two months told me he moved to the US and was in fifth grade when he moved back to France in 1992.

I was like, “wait, 1992? How old are you??”

And he was like “Twenty-six, how old are you?”

And I just said “Sixteen.” And sipped my Guinness and he was astounded and kept talking to me but I was like “oh my god, fuck off.”

  1. unicornery said: that’s some noise b/c I was in fifth grade in (spring) 1992, and I’m 31. Also I’m so sorry about your billfold Hannah, that sucks.
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