Tuesday, May 24, 2011

French Cartoon IX



"How cute it is to give a nickname to your ta-tas.

And what do you call the other one?"

Thursday, May 19, 2011

French Cartoon VIII


He first offers he an aspirin.  When she indicates that she has no headache, he takes it as a come-on for making love.

Very Parisian.  Very sophisticated.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

The Festival of the Kiss (La Fête du Baiser)

Roquemaure, in the Gard region of south-eastern France, is a picturesque and very intimate village. But once a year it gets more intimate than usual when everyone starts kissing anything and anyone that moves.  For a whole day Roquemaure hosts the world's longest, most passionate, first, and only only kissing festival.

La Fête du Baiser, in honour of the patron saint of all lovers, is held on the Saturday after St Valentine's Day. Everyone dresses up in period costume and the wine and the embraces flow all day long.

By the end of it, the participants have lost all feeling in their lips and the power of speech. This is for two reasons. They have drunk too much and they have kissed and been kissed too much and their tongues forget how to form the right shape to make coherent sentences.  Some go a little further than the kiss, but who is truly keeping score?

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

French Cartoon VI

The Festival of the Kiss (La Fête du Baiser)

Roquemaure, in the Gard region of south-eastern France, is a picturesque and very intimate village. But once a year it gets more intimate than usual when everyone starts kissing anything and anyone that moves.  For a whole day Roquemaure hosts the world's longest, most passionate, first, and only only kissing festival.

La Fête du Baiser, in honour of the patron saint of all lovers, is held on the Saturday after St Valentine's Day. Everyone dresses up in period costume and the wine and the embraces flow all day long.

By the end of it, the participants have lost all feeling in their lips and the power of speech. This is for two reasons. They have drunk too much and they have kissed and been kissed too much and their tongues forget how to form the right shape to make coherent sentences.  Some go a little further than the kiss, but who is truly keeping score?

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

American-Sized Boobs

Years ago, I attended university in the USA, and I immediately noticed the scale of things was different.  There was, in some restaurants, unlimited refills of beverages.  Coffee sizes were "tall," "grande," and "venti"!  And the girls of America were better endowed than me.  And not adverse to showing their assets.  Very visibly.

Anyway, I was distressed at my inconspicuousness, being immature at the time and not worldly like I am now.  So I prayed to the Boob Fairy for help in the boob department.  I asked for American-sized boobs.  I was a virtuous girl, and deserved it.  I also prayed to Saint Agatha, who specialized in matters regarding the contents of soutien-gorges.

And,  since I was reasonably virtuous, she came to me in a dream and granted me my wish:  American-sized boobies!

That was the story I told my niece upon returning to France when she noticed that I had become more fuller than when she saw me last.  She apparently believed it; and it spared both her parents and I one awkward moment!