"I love our neighborhood! Even if everybody here hates us..."
...Marty, coming in from baguette-shopping, having realized that practically everything is open, despite today being a jour férié.
We've come to understand that we are as misplaced in Belleville as vegetables are in a fruit salad. Not entirely wrong, just unmistakably conspicuous. People stare.
So yesterday, we tried Montmartre, but ended up ill-adapted. We were having coffee at a café. People stared.
Today, we're heading towards Jardin du Luxembourg. I hear they offer pony rides.
Snapshot no. 598 (better be blasphemous)
Yesterday, enjoying a fancy Easter dinner while listening to Queen...
Marty: He's the man.
Mousse: Hush! Jesus may think you're talking about him, when really you're talking about some gay singer/song writer from the eighties.
Marty (stops eating and looks at me severely): Freddie Mercury *pause* was not gay.
Mousse: I... I was...
Marty: I quote, "Men, women, cats... I'll fuck anything."
Mousse: He is the man.
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I think there might be more similarites between Freddie and Jesus than anyone would like to admit.
[Who's the fucker who's changed my password?!)
/ A Mightily Pissed Off Ape
I would love to admit it, if you would just give me the facts.
Hand me the facts! Or theories, at least.
Anywho...
I haven't done anything with your password. Maybe you just hit Caps Lock.
Kids do the darndest things.
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