“Stop Pussy, stop, stop, stop!”
The concierge looked toward the window and just shook his head.
“Those Americans, in the middle of the afternoon! I will wait a few moments.”
December 29th, 2015 § 0 comments § permalink
“Stop Pussy, stop, stop, stop!”
The concierge looked toward the window and just shook his head.
“Those Americans, in the middle of the afternoon! I will wait a few moments.”
December 11th, 2015 § 0 comments § permalink
‘Twas some weeks before Christmas,
At the rue de Fleurus,
Alice stood in the kitchen,
Just basting the goose.
Gertrude sat in the foyer,
Festive thoughts in her head,
And ignored ol’ St. Nick
Doing Nick things in red.