I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Wednesday, November 2

Magali on the prowl in the streets of Paris

(A brief collection of unforgettable moments.)

Mag: Aww fuck, I was supposed to take that turn.
Me: Shit.... so what are we going to do?
Mag: keep going straight.
Me: Is that a good diea?
Mag: A friend once told me when you don't know where you're going in Paris, always go straight.
Me: ok.
....

Me: We're lost again aren't we?
Mag: yep.
Me: do you have any idea where we are?
Mag: fuck if I know.

.... (Mag trails a slow driving, bad turn making car)

Mag: I hate to be sexist, but women do not know how to drive.

.... (a few minutes later the same car makes another stupid move)

Mag: fuck! see? what did I say? women!
Me: I see...
Mag: and look at this guy, if you can't make a turn why did you buy a BMW?

.... (approaching a huge round-about with atleast 6 lanes)

Mag: Let's go to War!
Me: look, isn't that a beautiful door?