2 Days in Paris Page #8

Jack doesn't thrive on that occasion,

he/it doesn't like this.

Could we go somewhat faster?

- Car angry! - Car badly, yes.

Yes. He/it doesn't like cars.

- Looks completely so.

Air pollution.

- What? Yes. You/they should be a candidate.

Cornflowers. - Cornflowers, yes.

I later get her/it/them, because...

Today, I don't pay in natural produce.

My daughter participates.

"No sleep." No sleep.

Was at 'ner party...

No panties? - Party... - No panties?

- No sleep... No sleep.

No panties? - No, "sleep" is called sleeps,

not "panties." - Ah, okay.

Ah, la-la... - Ah, Jack!

- Ah God! - Pig!

Ah God!

- A small milk-pig.

Ah God, like terrible.

- The French Babe did this.

Oh, that is sad!

What is this for a tongue?

- Calf-tongue. - What? - Tongue.

Calf-tongue.

- Yes, I already see. - O God!

Okay, hm...

Lamb. Milk-lamb?

- What? - Milk-lamb!

Baby-lamb. - Sweetly, as he/it

the skinned animal-babies imitates!

We take this and then a lamb-club.

It goes me not particularly.

- Really? - Yes.

I would go gladly home.

- You are bad? Okay.

I looked until four "M",

and all the people and skinned animals

make me quite crazy.

I am sick...

He/it doesn't feel good that he/it must

lay down. - Did he/it guzzle?

Toot sorrow me. But I like it

very well here, really!

Pay attention to you.

You certainly do better soon.

You have the keys, or? - Yes.

Good-by. Is he/it sick?

- He/it is caught cold. Nothing bad.

Well, then, we now go

to the Biogemsestand.

Does nothing say your mother about it, yes?

Mathieu:

I am your salami for ever and ever.

Good day, Madame!

- Ah, I believed you on the market.

The others still are there.

I wanted to take a shower.

I washed shirts lhre.

However, this doesn't disturb you? - Thank you.

You really do something very nice.

Jean-need... very badly with me...

Badly with me because of... Jim Morrison.

He/it doesn't like the "Doors?"

- Because of me

with Jim, ugh...

Yes.

You/they?

Yes.

- You/they and Jim... Ah!

A quite small affair.

Many people

was very happy with her/its/their body.

No Aids, no death...

Sex, fun, everyone with everyone.

The mother is also 'ne slut!

Ah, understands.

No, really,

that is a beautiful history.

And know, after it the movement

for abortion, for women?

Ah, the women-movement, yes.

Yes, "the 343 sluts",

I was one of them. Did you know this?

Ah, you... - I was a slut!

- Ah, understands. - You could...

me please the tomcat gives?

- Ah, Jean-Luc...

Jean-Luc? - I believe that he/it is...

- He/it is there. - Okay. Good-by.

Reunions!

- Good-by. Thanks.

Do you create the door?

Unbelievable.

What kind of beautiful flowers, Mademoiselle.

Stop to excavate, dad!

Excavate?

- You turn on everything, which moves!

Is beautiful for what moves, however.

How loved lhr it very much,

if I licked you the Muschi. Mathieu

I am your salami for ever and ever.

What want you to hear? - What do you have?

- Brel, Ferre, Trenet,

Barbara...

What do you want. - I play for you

something before. - In agreement.

Today, is day of the music.

The people play everywhere,

they do music everywhere.

It is one particular day.

We should walk, not?

Grizzly?

You have your camera on that occasion.

- Maybe I take a few photos.

...and pie-lifters.

A Rasensprenger,

the Vinaigrette does.

A beautiful Belfter...

eats the smells.

Sheets, that heat,

a waffle-pistol,

an airplane for two,

then, we are happy!

What do you take? - I don't have any hunger.

- Want you to eat nothing at all?

What do you take? - I don't have any hunger.

- Want you to eat nothing at all?

Certainly?

Hello.

- Hello.

You still work

for your technocrat-newspaper?

What?

- Nothing. I only said hello.

Do you know these types?

- Only fleeting. How does it, Edouard, go?

At least, you are your friends

loyal remained. - Want you to go?

Did you choose? - I would have gladly

a peel of rubbed glasses. - Please?

Ah, a beer.

- A beer.

For me an omelet, please.

- An omelet, immediately comes.

Thanks.

Was it beautiful on the Philippines?

I am Jack.

- Gael.

Edouard. - Very pleases.

If you see, so we make this for America.

A moment.

- Okay.

You left me before the trip,

so that you are free. - Let's go.

The emigrants never recover

from these countries.

How at that time the colonial-men:

The life is so beautiful, the women

so softly, so young.

Ready? - You can speak?

Are eggs adequate for you approximately meanwhile?

Interesting.

- You never have wounded the separation.

I didn't wound something else.

But this doesn't belong here.

Should I go?

- Toot sorrow, darling, me.

Why you simply don't tell me,

about what it goes? No? This is fun.

You were not at all so desolate,

as I thought.

You simply were not my type, point.

- Want you to know on what he/it stands?

Hold the mouth!

- No, already good.

Everything in order.

I am not his/its type!

The man was in Thailand for a NGO

and slept twelve-year as well.

A thirty year old is there of course

less sexy, not true?

However, that is fantasies!

- Oh, and still something:

He/it said that we were not allowed to

judge by western standards.

All different one is there.

Women, girls, children prostitute

itself, part of her/its/their culture is this.

One could not feel guilty,

if one fickt she/it.

Outside, you help the third world,

but actually fickst you she/it.

You only want to take revenge.

I wanted a Tussi, that the tab

be able to hold. - Oh so.

With 12, one holds the tab, clear.

But I not!

Edouard, you know that he/it has your big one(s)

Dear gefickt, as you waited in the vacation.

Ah... ah, no!

Ah, he/it never has told this to you?

However, this does me sorrow, really.

Finally hold the tab, you slut!

What proceeds here? - Already okay.

- What do you do? - I am okay!

I am okay!

- She/it is sick.

Already good. I am quite quiet.

All okay one, darling.

I am completely quiet.

Everything under control!

This is enough!

Well hears you once!

- Out!

We didn't break anything.

- Vanish! - Thanks.

This tosses a great light

on France! - Vanish!

Lot!

- Tourists!

What? - What then was free with you?

- Does sorrow, okay, do me?

You wander!

- Don't say this. - The insane gaze!

What are you? Mike Tyson?

- No, I am not.

I was together with the fellow once,

and he/it did something dreadful!

No, listens. It was terrible.

That was not normal.

When? When?

- Seven years ago.

Seven years ago?

And you still are sour?

He/it did something repulsive.

He/it is a bourgeois

and did something, that...

There, we have it! - He/it lied

and terrible things... - It doesn't matter to me!

So'n post-colonial sh*t...

- That doesn't matter to me!

This doesn't justify your behavior!

You don't have yourself under control.

This must be treated.

But I had myself under control.

I only was...

I was... Okay, I was furious.

But I will never become more furious.

I lost the mastery,

because he/it had sex with children.

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