I support death. I think we should all do it once. It’s just not fair otherwise.
In non-death terms? Nah. Once in a while, when you’re at that stage of Googling “should I give up on him,” he comes around.
Ugh, Jutland? I never get to inherit any cool pieces of land.
I’ll take the German part, but I won’t touch the Danish bit, because I don’t understand Danes that aren’t Great or covered in powdered sugar.
I sincerely hope that at some point, I have passed or will pass you on the street, and didn’t or won’t even know it. Maybe you even overhear me and Kelsey talking about Dublin or fruit or penguin farts.
That seems, to me, like a perfect New York experience.