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Well, everyone, we’ve been together since January – we’ve been reading dear-diary emotion posts, we’ve been telling silly stories, we’ve been looking at pictures of Morocco and people and pretty things. And now, it’s time for me to break the news to you: I’m a redditor (well, sorta. I lurk).

It’s true. It’s allllll true. So here’s my feeble attempt at satirizing our lives here, using meeeeeeeeemes! TROLOLOL!


I now have a game show I play in my head for whenever I’m in public: Hshuma, social faux pas, or Paranoia?! Usually it’s paranoia.

I never know anymore.

You know you’re in Morocco when you don’t shower to become clean, but to become less dirty. Yum.

And now, I present to you the Success Kid Morocco Potty series:

I’m having way too much fun with this.

Pax in Internetta, amigos.