Yo France...I'm back! Did you miss me?
Sure France, I missed you too but I spent 2 1/2 New York weeks of kicking ass really loudly and it RULED. I ate bagels, pizza and Mexican food every day, walked around slurping a ginormous coffee and most importantly, I finished my recording my album. FUN.
But now I return to you, France. I always come back, don't I? I had a good two week run of the mouth but hey, it's silent time again for this compadre, France. No problemo.
And I have to say France, you are looking GOOOOD. You are WAY prettier than New York and the pretty girls always win. So let's just have a second go at this, OK? I don't need to understand everything you say anyway, I'll just nod my head smiling and you keep looking all pretty and we'll do ok in the end, you and me.
My heart is here with you, France. I ain't goin' nowheres, baby.
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Dana
I have one suggestion and one question. Actually two questions.
You could have bought the tightest most vibrate ski outfit at Goodwill. Corey or I will be sure to check it out next time you swish the Alps.
I am starting Italian classes next month. Any suggestions? Should I look past the hairy moles and just act like a dummy? By the way, you are fantastico and my darling niece Corey is toooooo!
Oh and could we intrude? Tony and I have to go to a wedding in Paris sometime this year. Can we stay with you and FB? Tony's family hates company...
xoxo Charro
The best thing I learned from language class is that no matter how I answer, I will sound like a retarded three year old so I stopped worrying about sounding SMART and stuff.
As for staying with us, we have no permanent home at the moment and therefore cannot take any more visitors, pardon!
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