chocolate divorce and french frogs
we are now waiting for the chocolate cake to finish baking in the owen. it smells great. but it almost caused a third world war in the apartment and the creation of a fourth reich......
lets see if me and laurence can survive the finishing of the cake..... or if we have to argue and stamp in the floor some more about this. or maybe we have to get a divorce.
maybe if we all made friends with the people on second floor and then we would go up there really early and really late in the evening and jump about and stamp on the floor we could get revenge on the french kids who make shit loads of noice really early in the mornings. they are up at eight in the morning on saturday and sunday jumping about and running. it's hell when you try to sleep off a hangover. french frogs
posted by julie @ 12:57 PM
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forget the muslims, it's the french that are the real (s)problem(/s -cos for some reason stupid fucking blogger wont accept that tag) enemy. forget the innocent of youth, because in france they have the "crime of passion". this means i'm free to do whatever i want to those children, aslong as i really mean it. unfortunately, since denmark is so keen (trigger happy) on snubbing other countries cultures and laws, i may have to do it on french soil (our apartment is now classed as 'united nations territory').
by now i have totally forgot what my original point was. i lost it in a cloud of attempted subterfuge (which i want to mean the same as subvert but in a funky verb form)
like i once said to martin, the only way to not be fascist is to hate everyone..
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