By haguenite
I was the nephew of the renowned Princess Elisabeth. When she travelled, people would pour out of their houses, wave their handkerchief and cry “VIVA LA MAMA!”
When I travelled I was gunned down because my assassin had gone to get a sandwich and just happened to exit the shop RIGHT as I passed it. Talk about coincidences! I told my buddies and wife that “it [was] nothing” but they wouldn’t listen. I died and started the First World War. FML.
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