By Aaron Lewis - United States - Topeka
Today, I bumped into a man on the street. I apologized and he picked up his wallet. To clear the awkward silence, I pointed out that his wallet looked like mine. It wasn't until I was on the next street that I realized it was my wallet. FML
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And if you're really unlucky in France, you'll be taken and sold as a sex slave in an underground market run by Armenians. Hopefully you have a dad with a particular set of skills.....