Archive for the ‘France’ Category

One Day I’ll Grad­u­ate to a Shot Of Tequi­la and a Strip Of Duct Tape

Cal­i­for­nia blonde: Ohmigod, I won­der what their wax­ing is like in France?
Cal­i­for­nia brunette: I dun­no… I once waxed it all off, though.
Cal­i­for­nia blonde: Re­al­ly? How? I’ve on­ly waxed my biki­ni line.
Cal­i­for­nia brunette: I’d just had three glass­es of wine and one of those wax­ing pots, be­cause my dad’s a hair­dress­er.

Paris
France

Over­heard by: Free­dom Wax­ing!

It’s Time to Play How Long ‘Til His Head Ex­plodes!

French met­ro­sex­u­al, hold­ing up iPhone: It’s from Madame But­ter­fly. You know it?
French bike cop: Yeah, I saw the Amer­i­can movie of it. With that one ho­mo­sex­u­al ac­tor. Rob­bie… Robin…
British din­ner guest: Rob­bie Williams?
Amer­i­can din­ner guest: Robin Williams? Wait, he’s not gay…
French bike cop: Yes. Him.
British din­ner guest: That was Mrs Doubt­fire.
Amer­i­can din­ner guest: It’s called Pa­pil­lon in the US.
French met­ro­sex­u­al: What?

France

You’re Too Kind, Madame

Lit­tle girl, in Ara­bic, as she sits in the train: Smells like cot­ton can­dy!
Moth­er, in French: Yeah, you’re right, it smells like cot­ton can­dy. (to grand­moth­er) Don’t you think it smells like cot­ton can­dy?
Young black woman, sit­ting in the next row, smil­ing: It’s me. It’s my per­fume.
Moth­er: Re­al­ly?! What is it?
Young black woman: Vanil­la and cot­ton can­dy.
Moth­er: Re­al­ly? My girl told me it smells like the amuse­ment park. At first I thought it was the clean­ing prod­uct they used to wash the train floor. (pause) It smells re­al­ly good.

C Train
Paris
France

Over­heard by: BBM Tm