One of the best moments of the night has to be this kid, over enjoying the last of his spring break a bit too much. We got chatting for whatever reason, out of the blue he accused me of putting on an English accent and requested I stop as he didn't believe I was from England. This was something I couldn't really comply with, but I tried putting on an American accent and made up some bullshit story I was from Jersey or something.
Maybe this would've been more obvious? (via franceinlondon.com) |
He said his piece in his best Liverpudlian accent on to say some token Brit saying "Lets put another shrimp on the bar-be" or whatever and I was totally fooled, it was absolutely brilliant... if Liverpool was located in the East-end of London and it was populated full of Dick van Dyke disguised cockneys from Mary Poppins.
At that point, we knew it was the bookend for the night and we decided to split. The place was dead any way.
Composed: Back at the House
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