French losers
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Once upon a time, five gipsies brothers and sisters were going out in a very nice bar/restaurant to drink a glass of wine. When they got inside, everybody were looking at them in a strange way. But the gipsies are never a shame. So they crossed the room and sat down to a table. One of the gipsy, Ciprian, who understood french, was surprised to see that the three gentlemen sitting next to them were french. Because it was a long time ago Ciprian had not listen any french, he approached discretly. As he was getting closer, he figured out that the three gentlemen were not that gentlemen. He tought: 'my oh my! How come three gentlemen come to a very nice and expensive restaurant, eat very good food, but drink coca cola instead of good red wine'. Ciprian quickly understood that those french guys were only fake. While he was sitting down, his deception was totally completed when he heard the three fake-gentlemen talked about him and his brothers and sisters: 'look at those gipsies' they said. Then Ciprian thought they were losers, and to put the shame on them, he looked at them straight in the eyes, with anger.
The losers quickly understood that Ciprian understood french, and they started to turn red like tomatoes. Because Ciprian did not want to create a scandale (he knew perfectly that gipsies are usually not accepted in those restaurants), he just sat down and kept on looking at them in the eyes. After they left, he finally decided to tell the story to Adrian, Ràzvan, Georgeta and Florina, his brothers and sisters, and they were very disappointed.
The day after, because the gipsies did not have money enough to go back in the beautiful restaurant, they went to a private party with other strange people, some gipsies, some french, some swedes... Noone really noticed they were here. So they sat down and started drinking and talking, when suddenly, two of the three losers of the previous day arrived at the party. At the beginning, they did not see the gipsies. And they were talking loud, had fun, flirted with every single girls. The funniest part were that they were quite well dressed but were wearing nice baskets instead of beautiful chooses. It was like being having a tee shirt of Zidane and not be Zidane, only showing the appearances. They were really losers. Because the gipsies never forget, they started to talked louder than the losers, drunk and sung, talking only gipsies stories, acting like real gipsies. After few minutes, the losers noticed that someone else was taking the attention from them, and they realized, chocked, that the gipsies they laught about the previous day were there. The gipsies could have gone to the losers and have started an argument. Instead, they kept on singing and drinking, watching straight in the eyes the losers. The losers started to be so afraid that they shut the fuck up, stopped flirting with girls because they were kind of shame, could not looked at the gipsy family in the eyes, and after a while, they had to leave, because they could not stand it anymore.
Once they left, the gipsies sat down in a room, drunk few more beers and smoked few cigarettes, told stories. And you know what, they had one of the best night of all their life.
The morality is: fucking french people who are so proud of themselves should think twice before to criticize and insult people when they are in a restaurant, because maybe the people they say that are gipsies maybe understand french, because they are french as well. French people, you disgust me, especially you, little "péteux de mes deux" who think that because we spend money on a nice restaurant, we gonna get attention and seemed much more lovely. But guys, remember, drinking coca cola in a 'so-chic' restaurant, it's like driving a Rolls Royce and wear sport clothes.
You losers, I hate you.
written by lolo/ @ 22:25
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