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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
Tell us about that time in Paris. When you were a kept woman. And you had the affair with the poolboy. And his sister.
Or just make something up.
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Actually, once, while I was in Paris, I went with several friends to a bar where you drank red wine out of baby bottles (It was the late 80's...it made sense at the time).
I woke up naked the next morning in a strange hotel room, in a large king sized bed with a beautiful naked brunette man on one side of me and a gorgeous naked blonde guy on the other.
I climbed over the naked blonde and located most of my clothing in the bathtub.
To my dismay, the brunette spoke only what I presumed to be italian and the blonde only german or dutch. I speak only english and a little french. I said my merci beaucoups, guten dags and arriverdercis...and found me a taxi.
