May 16, 2004
I met L'il Bouzzini years ago in Paris. I was sitting by the Siene, licking my thigh when…
"Hellloooo! I'm L'il Bouzziniiii! You're in my Egyptology 101 class!"
Sniffing, so as to imbibe more information, I detected trouble and dimestore cologne.
"Mais sur…"I said, and continued in French (flouncing my linguistic prowess).
He responded, "You speak good French, little Mr. America, but your tenses are off. You turn the future into the past!" Then, foxtrotting away, he added, "I'll see you in class yesterday, oops, I mean tomorrow!"
Hours later, I could still hear his laughter ringing in my cheeks.
"Hellloooo! I'm L'il Bouzziniiii! You're in my Egyptology 101 class!"
Sniffing, so as to imbibe more information, I detected trouble and dimestore cologne.
"Mais sur…"I said, and continued in French (flouncing my linguistic prowess).
He responded, "You speak good French, little Mr. America, but your tenses are off. You turn the future into the past!" Then, foxtrotting away, he added, "I'll see you in class yesterday, oops, I mean tomorrow!"
Hours later, I could still hear his laughter ringing in my cheeks.
