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French Distortion Times Three

Cool, sweet distortion is what I crave. The sweet French variety, fat olives in abundance, always serve best. Problems of the long, hot day seem to just melt away after just one of these magic potions. “Shaken, not stirred,” was Bond’s steady reply. What an ingenious answer to the action and intrigue. Even the slope of the cool, slim, clear glass reminds me of a topless, passionate woman, ready to ease my pain. Yes, you can keep all your bliss of the inferior. I take my chilled relief of reality with olives or onions. I’m very easy to please. Just chill it, add olives and it must by all means be thoroughly of the French variety.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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