Dedicated to Roy Jerden and his recent contest...
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? – Do you want to sleep with me tonight?
Comment allez-vous, mon ami? – How are you doing my friend?
Tres bein, et vous? - Very good, and you?
Mon cher - My dear
Au revior, tu salopard – Goodbye, you bastard
One light, I was out panting the clown red when I met a Sadie from Francis who I found to be quiet subtractive. It was apparel she thought I was distracted two because she ted, “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” To witch eye supplied ‘You can let your coucher I due”
Sew, we dove to a rotel and wented a womb and that’s where it all rent wong…I dimply could NOT maintain my direction! I even deported to taking two extra-length Niagras butt no lice! My ergo was scattered to say the piece, although she was quiet patent with me at second, basking: “Comment allez-vous, mon ami?” … I dancered: ‘Not very bien, mon cherry, déjà vu?
Swell cokes, let me sell ya, she was so beset and vivid it took a few momentums for her to apply…FINALITY she basked (in broken England) “Deja who? Who is Déjà and what the PLUCK has Vu got to do with the price of a flea on a panda in Angina?”
To take a short story long, she got it up, put her clothes back off and resorted, “Au revoir, tu salopard!”
‘Salopardon madamit?...Did you dust ball me a dastard?’….She had the VERVE to say: ”If the necker shrinks, then bare it, and your pepper sure did slink and you better relieve THAT, you old pool!”
Whelp, I won’t go into any moor of the sorted retails here…Needles to hay, I will sever foreskin that incidental and will always dismember that humilitating tight
I depose one gives and sperms…