OK. My traveller-in-crime is a natural blonde with blue eyes. And short.

I am the exact opposite. Dark, dark, taller.

When we get together we have a few ABFAB moments. Or days. Or nights.

Like when we got mugged in Paris, after all the kerfuffle with the British Consulate and the Gendarmes etc, we sat on a boulevard until darkness fell and got totes stocious. Making everyone laugh!

Shit Happens.

P.S. Me and She here, in a wine-tasting cellar, would be beyond comedy. Not a single soul would be left un-offended and horrified.

Une vin de verre blank por favor, mein herr. Grazie et shukran.



Very BAD.


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