It's been long.
Two Mousse-situations:
One (1):
This Friday, we were out partying for the first time since we got here, at La Fleche d'Or. On our way to the métro (slightly drunk)...
Marty: What kind of lipgloss is this?
Mousse: It's pink.
*Pause*
Mousse: Like your COCK-SUCKING LIPS!
Two (2):
Last week, we went to the park on Mousse's day off. It was a wonderful spring day.
Mousse: I love Paris.
Marty: Mhm.
Mousse: I really love it here, you know. Love Paris.
Marty: All right...
Mousse: It's so beautiful.
Marty: Yeah. It is.
Mousse (grabs my hair menacingly): So why won't you SHAVE?!
Life with Mousse is a many splendid things. But sometimes just weird.
(Oh, and Ape I didn't really get your message for me but I hope you like this. Mousse hates it, but I laugh every time the cat-girl comes on.)
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2 comments:
It seems like life with Mousse makes you stronger, Marty, and you learn to endure pain, in a new way!
Or atleast find new ways to avoid it.
yeah, it's not without reason i call her the love of my life...
she's great.
really really great, you know. in the true sense of the word.
ah, to have mousse...
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