Tonight, we played Pictionary after finishing a 5 litre bottle of wine.
Robin is about 200 km from Tours. Last night, the police tried to frame him with murdering someone with a butter knife, and he's out of spare tubes.
I have a tendency to talk in the accents of those around me (I think it's a desire to make others feel more comfortable.) I find myself speaking with a subtle Midwest accent in order to avoid picking up the English accents of those in the house - I think my English accent is as bad as every other American's.
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