Posts Tagged ‘French’
so ‘amour’ is a pile of ‘merde.’
22Apr09
I kind of blinked and said, “Um. Wait. What was the sentence?” And he was like, “It was, ‘Can you leave him a message?’” So I smiled manically and put pencil to paper and came up with… nothing. Absolutely nothing came to me. Zero. Zilch. And he’s watching. And my face is steadily going from pink to a deep, deep red of the oh-so attractive tomato variety.
Filed under: Mike Daniels (obligatory swoon), stupid | 1 Comment
Tags: crushes, French, idiocy