After one too many glasses of champagne in Paris, I laughed in the face of a germ. Yes, after one too many glasses of champagne, germs have faces without the aid of a microscope. Then I had no choice but to check myself into a rehabilitation facility. Guess what? They serve champagne! I love the French. Until tomorrow.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Voluntary confinement.
After one too many glasses of champagne in Paris, I laughed in the face of a germ. Yes, after one too many glasses of champagne, germs have faces without the aid of a microscope. Then I had no choice but to check myself into a rehabilitation facility. Guess what? They serve champagne! I love the French. Until tomorrow.
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Awe, thanks Eva. Being half French I accept that you love the French half heartedly.
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