The women, they adore me, moi. I am here, since one month. The food? Execrable. But it is to laugh, I say, me. I leave her the small lapin, just the petite tete, with the ears long. Does she learn from this helpful guidance, she? No. The kibbles, small, always in the bowl. I try again. You will hear my voice, and know the joy of the living. Ciao.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Bonjour...
Bonjour. Je suis Pierre le Moustache. You may call me, the Moustache Pete.
The women, they adore me, moi. I am here, since one month. The food? Execrable. But it is to laugh, I say, me. I leave her the small lapin, just the petite tete, with the ears long. Does she learn from this helpful guidance, she? No. The kibbles, small, always in the bowl. I try again. You will hear my voice, and know the joy of the living. Ciao.
The women, they adore me, moi. I am here, since one month. The food? Execrable. But it is to laugh, I say, me. I leave her the small lapin, just the petite tete, with the ears long. Does she learn from this helpful guidance, she? No. The kibbles, small, always in the bowl. I try again. You will hear my voice, and know the joy of the living. Ciao.
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