Typical Conversation
Ugh! Did you fart?
No. It must have been you.
No it wasn't. Maybe it was Lucy.
Hers don't smell that bad.
Oh. Is it the garbage that stinks?
Did you open the fridge?
Yeah, why?
How many layers have you wrapped the cheese in, and how old is it?
Oh. I didn't think of that.
Yeah.
(long pause)
So, you think I should eat it now?
Photo by Bernard Mataigne.
4 Comments:
Hello!
I stumbled upon your very interesting blog by chance. It sure brings back memories as I've lived in Paris for four years back in the early '90s. I loved that place, and I still do. I simply love everything French. J'adore la France!
Alors, bon séjour, and I'm looking forward to reading more interesting happenings from you. Take care! :)
LOL! Once we went to visit some friends and had stopped at a cheese place in Pike Place Market. I had bought some Camembert and needed to keep it cold so put it in their fridge....Yeah..you can imagine how stinky and everytime they opened the fridge they argued with each other as to what finally "went bad" in their fridge. When we left I took my cheese with me and hoped they never found out it was me:)
Ze smell of ze cheese. oh he ho he ho!
Ha! Ha! We had a similar conversation this morning in our house. It is a combination of the cheese and the hard-boiled Easter Eggs in the fridge!!
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