Damme

Sami looks like Van Damme.

In the grey-sky afternoon of the 12th of March of 2022, at home, listening, I was alternating between House, Zouk, and Afrofuturism music channels on my device. I did karaoke of the European Union Anthem in French, Spanish, and Greek. I decided to get out of the house. I saw a thick brown man in a bright red shirt and bright green track pants. Orientals did gardening. A Ugandan woman was talking in her smartphone. Walking by, a white man in a green jacket carried a big driftwood that was over a metre long. At the pizzeria, I ate a cheese pizza slice and drank a diet cola. There was a white boy with a big Afro hairdo. Heading home, I saw a crowd near the pub, and a man said, "It's a small world!" Along the way, I saw my handsome Mediterranean neighbour zip up his brown leather jacket. I encountered Michael the Dane-French in the alleyway, as he compared my appearance with shorts to martial artist Jean-Claude Van Damme. I said, "He has a nice body!"

The action movie starring Van Damme was a huge hit.

I'm selling Jean-Claude Van Damme.

He was ſtretched upon a ſopha—with boots on—a terrier lay on one ſide of him, and he occaſionally embraced a large hound, which licked his face and hands, while he thus addreſſed it.—“Oh! thou dear bitchy—thou beautiful bitchy—damme, if I don’t love thee better than my mother or my ſiſters.”

And now, have at the Ministry, Damme!

"Damme, sir," said the major, "there is no use in disguising a fact. Joe is blunt, sir. That's his nature."

I'm very sorry to disparage A humble foremast lad, But to seek your captain's child in marriage, Why damme, it's too bad!