| Mike and I went to an Iron and Wine concert in Karlsruhe. Before the show, we got some Flammkuchen for dinner. While we were eating, I laughed at something and spit some chewed up food on our Flammkuchen. This, of course, was completely gross, but made us both laugh even harder. I was laughing so hard. It was ridiculous... we were probably the only people there not drinking alcohol, and yet I, the large pregnant woman with food all over my face, laughing hysterically, was the one person in the area who appeared to have had too much to drink. Anyway, Mike caught me between laughs, wiping tears from my eyes. |
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