l’endomètre rebelle
Is there a better way to start celebrating the Saint Patron's day of oh great French Canadia than to clean my bathroom? I think not! Have now clearest (and cleanest! *winks like smug salesman*) conscience to enjoy three days of drinking!
In Toronto.
Where heaps of cheap Oh Sweet Nectar Of Gods awaits.
Eh-pip-pip-houra!
Do you think I will get shot if I scream out 'Vive le Québec, tabarnak de criiiiiiissssssse!' from a speeding car in the middle of Yonge Street?
[n.b. My bathroom is so clean you can lick it. Seriously. C'mon, i know you want to.]
5 comments:
Oh! Have a wonderful time!
Nothing like cleaning the bog for working up a thirst - have fun! I like this blog - I found it via Pomgirl in Oz, now I'm right the way back across the world in Canada. Cyberspace is tiny innit?
scream at the top of your lungs what's going on
Thanks, luv, i did! Inane pics coming rrrright up!
It is, Mya, and cheaper than an around-the-world ticket too. (Though i'd still prefer the ticket...) Do feel most welcome - ale or lager?
Le rap, they did not shoot me - perhaps they were aiming at The Gays. Maybe i should have sung it instead?
show dem stiff anglos what us frenchies have in our bellies... fire I tells ya, FIRE!
(yes, I am sober as I write this)
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