Bidet to you sir
May 13th 2012 I am afraid of bidets. There's one lurking in the corner of our bathroom. It's spattered in blood, which I hope is from one of my father's explosive midnight nosebleeds and not because the pressure tore the rectum of the previous tenant. This is an aspect of Europe I may not embrace. I'm sure readers are waiting with bated breath.
After writing my first blog entry I went back to
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