DMt. wrote:"I left the bowl on the floor by your head, cherie, if you need it..."
Some fiendish cocktail/s, no doubt - "three measures of cognac, one of Blackfriars gin, two of golden rum, double shot of grenadine, half-pint of champagne, and 30ml nitro-glycerine"
She had to find out the hard way about the dangers of eeeer.... alcohol sometime.
MINI-FF
Marie at home with invisible parents.
Marie: Mama, Papa, I have a confession to make.
Marie's Papa: Huh uh, je ne c'est pas?
Marie's Mama: SSSSSShh its 'France has got talent on TV''
Marie: I have done something really bad.
Marie's Papa: Did you rob a bank? We could use the money
Marie: Non. It's worse than that.
Marie's Papa: What could be worse than that?
Marie's Mama to Papa:(whispered): Glad we only had the one.
Marie: Je suis une lesbisk.
Marie's Papa: Why the fuck have you suddenly started talking in Swedish?
Marie: I dunno.
Marie's Mama: So what is the fucking problem?
Marie: I am in lurve. With another girl.
Marie's Mama: well just so long it's not that stuck-up biatch Floriane, from the synchro-swimming group it's not a problem.
Marie: Non.
Marie's Papa: SSSSSShh, the Eurolottery numbers are coming up.
Marie: Snapsie-Won-Kenobi, I appeal to you. Beam me up tonite.