Yesterday managed to become a contender for the "Worst F'ing Day of my Life" award. If you know me, you know I don't swear a lot - even in PG-condensed-form, so that should make my point, but while I'm at it...
F you Tourist Office for having to close for 2 hours to eat lunch. F you grocery store for the same thing, only 3.5 hours. F you La Flégère cablecar. F you Lac Blanc. F you snow. F you rain. F you lightning. F you John for poor planning. Most importantly, F you left knee. That is all.
P.S. F you french keyboard for making me hit shift for a period. . . .
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Given the circumstances, I think all will forgive you your catharsis.
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