Mar. 20th, 2008
One day that I was in Germany, I heard Coolio's Gangsta Paradise twice. In one day. Once in the taxi (where we had a great old driver named Tony who picked us up every morning, but who didn't let the fact that he didn't speak a lick of English stop him from talking to us), and several hours later in the restaurant at the hotel. I'd find it a little weird if I heard that song twice in a day here, but it Germany it was REALLY weird.
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