"Oui, Mews, ce diner est grand! I am-how you say-stuffed to the gills. This pork-so tender-the salad nicoise-sublime. Pour me some more of that Cabernet and I'll admit to anything! Now, monsieur, what is this bone you have to pick? You think that I have something to do with this Horst? You think I want the dog out of the building? No. I have nothing to do with anything. Do I like the dogs? No. But I am a rooster. A cock if you will. It is natural that I do not like the dogs. But do I harass them? No. I live, I let live." Jean Claude smiles and winks at Mews as he raises his goblet. "The only ones I perhaps "harass" are the ladies if you know what I mean. And they don't seem to mind to much. No? Oui? Ah, have you met those Swedish sisters yet? Ingeborg and Pernilla? Oo la la! Ces filles sont jolie!"
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Hey Mr. Mews, what a wonderfully clever blog! Thanks so much for the Follow of Bocci's Beefs-I just returned the favor:-)
ReplyDeleteMews, JC is hiding something! We just know it!
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