Friday is garbage day so on Friday morning I went outside to take the empty cans back to the garage. I saw a neighbor on her lawn across the street brushing her dogs so I waved and yelled "Hi!" She waved back and said "How're you guys doing?" I am blessed with a rapier-sharp and lighting-quick wit so I instantly came up with the best response. I said "I feel like I'm living out Huis Clos." She looked at me and smiled while tilting her head, her demeanor indicating that she was trying to be polite but had no idea what I was talking about.
I realize what was happening (this happens frequently, my neighbors don't read anything more complicated than coloring books) so I said "Did you ever read the book No Exit?" This particular neighbor is a teacher so I thought I had a shot here, but she said "No."
I decided to make my wittiness clear. "It's a book by Jean-Paul Sartre. He was a French Existentialist author."
"I had to read it in high school." (I left out the part where I read it in French, not English. I knew that wouldn't help me.)
"It's about three people locked in a room and they can't get out. Eventually they realize they are in hell and one of them says 'Hell is other people.' That's what this is like!" (This is witty because being trapped inside with my kids is hell, but we have to do this because if we don't we'll catch a deadly disease from one of the people outside our house, so those people are hellish too. It's a really smart quip.)
She failed to see the wit. I think she thought I was just complaining about my kids and that I really felt like I was trapped in hell. My neighbors are very literal, but not literate. Obviously.
I am positive that if I said that to any number of gheorghies I would get a chuckle and a wittier reply. Dave would likely throw back some veiled Camus reference involving death, maybe dead mothers in nursing homes. Whit would've made a comment in French (I assume he read it in high school French class too). TR would've called me a pussy, dragged me into my own house and jammed me in the powder room shitter--but he would've gotten the reference.
Perhaps the niftiest part of this story is that Sartre said "hell is other people" because everyone has angst about they way other people perceive them. He wasn't writing in favor of isolation, but just explaining what social interactions do to our heads. Which is exactly what happened when I tried to make a joke with my neighbor and ended up feeling like a tool.
All this is to say I appreciate all you clowns. And this is why I've been practicing social distancing in my neighborhood for years.
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Sunday, March 22, 2020
Tuesday, April 02, 2019
WCSAGD: Teedge Edition
My love of Teedge and French cars are both well documented. Put them together and what do you get? A WCSAGD post!
Teedge is Irish, which means that he's likely French. I say this because the Normans invaded Ireland in 1169 (clicks). As a result, modern-day Irishmen and women have more than a little French ancestry.
French cars aren't particularly hardy and they tend to fall apart over time--it isn't uncommon to find one collapsed in a heap in the corner of a garage. You cannot miss a French car rolling down the street. They stand out because they are so damn weird, but they are also weirdly cool. They often feature innovative, if perhaps poorly-conceived, technology. Pop the hood on a French car and you probably can't recognize half the stuff going on in there.
All this is to say the French make wonderfully weird cars. Similarly, Teedge's parents make wonderfully weird offspring.
When you met Teedge for the first time you were probably like "What the fuck is this?" And then when you started talking to him you were probably like "Is this guy nuts?" And after a few minutes you were probably like "This guy is certifiably insane--but I like it!" And once you started drinking with him you were probably like "We are dangerously close to going off the rails here, but I'm having fun so let's go with it."
As a result, both Teedge and French cars have a cult following in the US.
Teedge should drive a 1972 Citroen SM in vert argenté.
Nothing else looks like an SM--the kink in the passenger side windows, the skirt on the rear wheel wells, the clamshell rear hatch, the array of lights in the front. It is unique.
The interior is funky too. For example, check the gate on the gearshift. It slides around with the shifter. I've never seen anything like it. And the padded seats are pretty unusual too.
You know what else is unusual? This guy.
Surprisingly, the SM has a Maserati engine (Citroen owned Maserati at one point). Thus like Teedge it has a powerful heart.
Like many Citroens, the SM features an oléopneumatique suspension. This means that the suspension is full of oil and gas. Like Teedge. And it's surprisingly smooth. Kinda like Teedge. The oil and gas reside in those big green balls in the photo above (other similarity shared between Citroens and Irishmen).
As you can see, Teedge and the SM are uniquely alike. Weird but cool and charming, full of pleasant surprises, with the potential for a ludicrous malfunction potentially lurking around the corner.
That's what Teedge should drive.
Teedge is Irish, which means that he's likely French. I say this because the Normans invaded Ireland in 1169 (clicks). As a result, modern-day Irishmen and women have more than a little French ancestry.
French cars aren't particularly hardy and they tend to fall apart over time--it isn't uncommon to find one collapsed in a heap in the corner of a garage. You cannot miss a French car rolling down the street. They stand out because they are so damn weird, but they are also weirdly cool. They often feature innovative, if perhaps poorly-conceived, technology. Pop the hood on a French car and you probably can't recognize half the stuff going on in there.
All this is to say the French make wonderfully weird cars. Similarly, Teedge's parents make wonderfully weird offspring.
When you met Teedge for the first time you were probably like "What the fuck is this?" And then when you started talking to him you were probably like "Is this guy nuts?" And after a few minutes you were probably like "This guy is certifiably insane--but I like it!" And once you started drinking with him you were probably like "We are dangerously close to going off the rails here, but I'm having fun so let's go with it."
As a result, both Teedge and French cars have a cult following in the US.
Teedge should drive a 1972 Citroen SM in vert argenté.
Nothing else looks like an SM--the kink in the passenger side windows, the skirt on the rear wheel wells, the clamshell rear hatch, the array of lights in the front. It is unique.
The interior is funky too. For example, check the gate on the gearshift. It slides around with the shifter. I've never seen anything like it. And the padded seats are pretty unusual too.
You know what else is unusual? This guy.
Surprisingly, the SM has a Maserati engine (Citroen owned Maserati at one point). Thus like Teedge it has a powerful heart.
Like many Citroens, the SM features an oléopneumatique suspension. This means that the suspension is full of oil and gas. Like Teedge. And it's surprisingly smooth. Kinda like Teedge. The oil and gas reside in those big green balls in the photo above (other similarity shared between Citroens and Irishmen).
As you can see, Teedge and the SM are uniquely alike. Weird but cool and charming, full of pleasant surprises, with the potential for a ludicrous malfunction potentially lurking around the corner.
That's what Teedge should drive.
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
Fashion is Dumb: Worst. Clowns. Ever.
Now they're some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
The tears of a French clown when there's no one around...
[h/t TR]
Thursday, December 07, 2017
The Twelve Days of Gheorghemas: Day Two
On the second day of Gheorghemas, Big Gheorghe gave to me:
Two more automotive wormhole websites
And a bald guy and some random hor-seys
My earlier link to bringatrailer.com rousted a surprising amount of interest around here. In fact, I'm not sure what's more surprising: the interest it sparked here, or the fact that I went to college with so many southern guys and almost none of them have any interest in cars.
I think BAT's appeal in this space stems from the unique cars advertised on the site. Sure, there are plenty of 911's and M3's, but when was the last time you saw a Lancia Delta Integrale, a Mercedes-Benz GD240 Wolf, or an Allard K3? Probably never, but all three of those cars are up for auction even as you read this.
So for Gheorghemas I'm giving you two more websites with which to waste your time looking at cars you've never seen, forgotten existed, or that you may or may not be able to afford.
First up is Duncan Imports. Gary Duncan's shop is the largest purveyor of right-hand-drive Japanese domestic market ("JDM") cars in the US and Canada, and they also sell more conventional classics. They're located in Christiansburg, VA, which, according to their website, is right by Rootsy!
Perhaps you're wondering what makes a JDM dealer so interesting? Have you ever heard of the Toyota Sera? It looks like this:
"Meh" you might say, "it's just a little hatchback." Indeed. But this is how you open the doors:
This particular Sera is rated by Duncan as a 4.5 out of 5 with 66,000 kilometers (about 41,000 miles) on the odometer. He wants $11,900 for it. This is just the tip of the iceberg. I won't ruin it for you, but I can't encourage you strongly enough to at least look at the Nissans. There is one absolute bucket car in there for me along with a few other Nissans that seem like fun. Duncan also has a huge personal collection of JDM cars and trucks that he lists along with the cars for sale. He has some pretty amazing cars.
Next up is carandclassic.co.uk, which is sort of like an international Craigslist of cars (without any anonymous sex or creepy stuff). People from all over the world list their cars here and the selection is deep--they have 55 McLarens listed for god's sake. The interface is clunky but you can easily find what you're looking for if you have something particular in mind and the scrolling and clicking that go with the clunky browsing make it easy to turn up stuff you've never seen before.
For example, I have a soft spot for French cars and I'm pretty familiar with Citroens ... or so I thought. Did you know that Citroen made a rotary engine? Neither did I. It was called the Birotor and one is for sale in Budapest:
According to the ad:
Perhaps your palate isn't as refined as mine and you don't like five-door Wankel-engined French cars from the 1970's no matter how rare. Fine. How about this:
That's a 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO, one of the most desirable cars in the world of high-end car collecting. Thirty-nine were made between 1962 annd 1964. They sell for over $50 million. And they have one on Car and Classic. I assume none of you ball that hard but if you're tempted I suggest you do some diligence before you pull the trigger.
For more than 5,000 times than the GTO less you could get a GT--the former clearly inspired the styling of the latter and the Opel has to be cheaper to insure and maintain.
Because I'm a hell of a guy I'll give you one more Gheorghemas gift, a zstocking stuffer if you will (as opposed to a TR stuffer, did you know that TR stuffs?). ERClassics.com is a dealership located in the Netherlands and they ship directly to various places in the US including Linden, NJ (!). So poke around their inventory, find something you like, and I'll meet you in Linden to pick it up. What more could you ask for? Merry Gheorghemas!
Two more automotive wormhole websites
And a bald guy and some random hor-seys
My earlier link to bringatrailer.com rousted a surprising amount of interest around here. In fact, I'm not sure what's more surprising: the interest it sparked here, or the fact that I went to college with so many southern guys and almost none of them have any interest in cars.
I think BAT's appeal in this space stems from the unique cars advertised on the site. Sure, there are plenty of 911's and M3's, but when was the last time you saw a Lancia Delta Integrale, a Mercedes-Benz GD240 Wolf, or an Allard K3? Probably never, but all three of those cars are up for auction even as you read this.
So for Gheorghemas I'm giving you two more websites with which to waste your time looking at cars you've never seen, forgotten existed, or that you may or may not be able to afford.
First up is Duncan Imports. Gary Duncan's shop is the largest purveyor of right-hand-drive Japanese domestic market ("JDM") cars in the US and Canada, and they also sell more conventional classics. They're located in Christiansburg, VA, which, according to their website, is right by Rootsy!
Our facility is centrally located within one mile of Interstate 81 and is just 30 minutes from the Roanoke Regional Airport. There are two convenient hotels nearby for your visit and a Cracker Barrel restaurant or Due South BBQ for some great country dining! We hope to see you soon at our Japanese domestic car dealership in Christiansburg, VA!
Perhaps you're wondering what makes a JDM dealer so interesting? Have you ever heard of the Toyota Sera? It looks like this:
"Meh" you might say, "it's just a little hatchback." Indeed. But this is how you open the doors:
This particular Sera is rated by Duncan as a 4.5 out of 5 with 66,000 kilometers (about 41,000 miles) on the odometer. He wants $11,900 for it. This is just the tip of the iceberg. I won't ruin it for you, but I can't encourage you strongly enough to at least look at the Nissans. There is one absolute bucket car in there for me along with a few other Nissans that seem like fun. Duncan also has a huge personal collection of JDM cars and trucks that he lists along with the cars for sale. He has some pretty amazing cars.
Next up is carandclassic.co.uk, which is sort of like an international Craigslist of cars (without any anonymous sex or creepy stuff). People from all over the world list their cars here and the selection is deep--they have 55 McLarens listed for god's sake. The interface is clunky but you can easily find what you're looking for if you have something particular in mind and the scrolling and clicking that go with the clunky browsing make it easy to turn up stuff you've never seen before.
For example, I have a soft spot for French cars and I'm pretty familiar with Citroens ... or so I thought. Did you know that Citroen made a rotary engine? Neither did I. It was called the Birotor and one is for sale in Budapest:
According to the ad:
A two rotor GS was launched in 1973. Dubbed the Citroën GS Birotor, it featured a much more powerful 107 PS (79 kW) Wankel birotor produced by the joint NSU-Citroën Comotor project.
The Birotor version achieved poor sales and was quickly pulled from the market, after 847 units were sold.
The sales were so disappointing that Citroën attempted to buy back and scrap each Birotor, as it did not want to support the model with spare parts. A few of these remarkable vehicles have nonetheless survived in the hands of collectors, many without titles for some time as Citroën did not want to recognize the cars.
As we know it currently, there are for of them to find in Europe.
One of them is for sale after full restoration. GB (UK) registration!
Perhaps your palate isn't as refined as mine and you don't like five-door Wankel-engined French cars from the 1970's no matter how rare. Fine. How about this:
That's a 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO, one of the most desirable cars in the world of high-end car collecting. Thirty-nine were made between 1962 annd 1964. They sell for over $50 million. And they have one on Car and Classic. I assume none of you ball that hard but if you're tempted I suggest you do some diligence before you pull the trigger.
For more than 5,000 times than the GTO less you could get a GT--the former clearly inspired the styling of the latter and the Opel has to be cheaper to insure and maintain.
Because I'm a hell of a guy I'll give you one more Gheorghemas gift, a zstocking stuffer if you will (as opposed to a TR stuffer, did you know that TR stuffs?). ERClassics.com is a dealership located in the Netherlands and they ship directly to various places in the US including Linden, NJ (!). So poke around their inventory, find something you like, and I'll meet you in Linden to pick it up. What more could you ask for? Merry Gheorghemas!
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
WWzD: I need this 504 convertible
I spend more time than I care to admit pawing through the Hemmings app. My desire for a vintage air-cooled 911 in a lurid hue is well documented. Unfortunately others in my age demographic share this desire, and the ballers among us have driven 911 prices through the roof. There are several other cars I'd like to own and that are within the reach of my relatively limited means. Foreshadowing for another episode of WWzD!
I've also considered buying a cheap but cool old car abroad--although many foreign cars are impossible to register in the US, once they are at least 25 years old you can import and register them legally. Now all the big-timers out there can get their 959s!
The ideal car would be good-looking (sorry all you homeless Lotus Europae out there), European (the entire impetus for availing myself of the 25 year rule), relatively uncommon in the US but plentiful abroad (so it's easy to get parts), convertible (natch--anyone who dislikes convertibles never owned one or simply has no soul), and cheaper than a Honda Accord (because I'm cheap).
That said, I always believed that the likelihood I would ever find something I would legitimately want to buy on Hemmings was barely more than zero. But then I found this 1978 Peugeot 504 convertible.
Only the French--those brilliant voluptuaries who brought us mayonnaise, brassieres, Laetitia Casta, champagne, tongue kissing, cabarets, fried shoestring potatoes, Bridget Bardot, foie gras, roulette, menages a trois, Catherine Deneuve, latex, bikinis, and the Statue of Liberty--could make something so aesthetically wonderful.
The proportions are fantastic and make ladies swoon. The front swells over the wheels and plunges down to meet the headlights, giving the front a serious and purposeful, but not overly/comically intimidating, mien. The front overhang is almost nonexistent. The interior is preposterously Gallic: the steering wheel has only two spokes (and they're at 3 and 9 o'clock for proper hand placement); none of the switches are labeled; the air vents are positioned so that they cannot possibly blow air on the driver or passenger; the most prominent control, other than the steering wheel and shifter, is the center-mounted cigarette lighter; and the windows appear to be raised and lowered via a knob (as opposed to a more practical crank).
According to this fool who also fell victim to the Peug's siren song, there are about a dozen 504 coupes and convertibles in the US. So this drop-top 504 ticks almost all the boxes. At 26500 Euros it's less than a fully loaded Accord, but it's still more than I'm willing to spend. Perhaps I should modify this particular requirement to a used-but-well-loved-and-maintained Honda Civic from the 20th century.
Further, I have no idea how much it will cost to get this beauty over here from the Netherlands. And my garage is too small to hold a car. And I wouldn't want to store this exposed to the elements in my driveway (which would be at max capacity with another car). And zwoman would not appreciate the expenditure (as opposed to saving up to remodel the kitchen or send zkids to college). A man has to have dreams though.
PS: I hope you enjoy the 6th day of the 9th month!
I've also considered buying a cheap but cool old car abroad--although many foreign cars are impossible to register in the US, once they are at least 25 years old you can import and register them legally. Now all the big-timers out there can get their 959s!
The ideal car would be good-looking (sorry all you homeless Lotus Europae out there), European (the entire impetus for availing myself of the 25 year rule), relatively uncommon in the US but plentiful abroad (so it's easy to get parts), convertible (natch--anyone who dislikes convertibles never owned one or simply has no soul), and cheaper than a Honda Accord (because I'm cheap).
That said, I always believed that the likelihood I would ever find something I would legitimately want to buy on Hemmings was barely more than zero. But then I found this 1978 Peugeot 504 convertible.
Only the French--those brilliant voluptuaries who brought us mayonnaise, brassieres, Laetitia Casta, champagne, tongue kissing, cabarets, fried shoestring potatoes, Bridget Bardot, foie gras, roulette, menages a trois, Catherine Deneuve, latex, bikinis, and the Statue of Liberty--could make something so aesthetically wonderful.
The proportions are fantastic and make ladies swoon. The front swells over the wheels and plunges down to meet the headlights, giving the front a serious and purposeful, but not overly/comically intimidating, mien. The front overhang is almost nonexistent. The interior is preposterously Gallic: the steering wheel has only two spokes (and they're at 3 and 9 o'clock for proper hand placement); none of the switches are labeled; the air vents are positioned so that they cannot possibly blow air on the driver or passenger; the most prominent control, other than the steering wheel and shifter, is the center-mounted cigarette lighter; and the windows appear to be raised and lowered via a knob (as opposed to a more practical crank).
According to this fool who also fell victim to the Peug's siren song, there are about a dozen 504 coupes and convertibles in the US. So this drop-top 504 ticks almost all the boxes. At 26500 Euros it's less than a fully loaded Accord, but it's still more than I'm willing to spend. Perhaps I should modify this particular requirement to a used-but-well-loved-and-maintained Honda Civic from the 20th century.
Further, I have no idea how much it will cost to get this beauty over here from the Netherlands. And my garage is too small to hold a car. And I wouldn't want to store this exposed to the elements in my driveway (which would be at max capacity with another car). And zwoman would not appreciate the expenditure (as opposed to saving up to remodel the kitchen or send zkids to college). A man has to have dreams though.
PS: I hope you enjoy the 6th day of the 9th month!
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Happy Bastille Day
Zut alors! Sacre bleu! It is Bastille Day 2015.
No, not that Bastille.
Yeah, that one.
Oui.
Bien sûr. And finally . . .
The closest thing I ever witnessed to the storming of the Bastille was a brutal battle of pelting each other with wok sangria and the fruit contained within it. Vicious. I mean, you ever get wok sangria in your eyes??? And then La Tolteca carnage.
Friends . . . let none of us stay confined in life's prison cells, particularly the ones we have created for ourselves.
The adventure of life is calling, so storm your own Bastille and be free -- like the oppressed French citizens in 1789, and like that time my girlfriend dumped me while I was living on Cape Cod. She liberated herself from her cell that day, and though I think she lacked a high degree of foresight and really any sort of a sense of humor, 'cause man, if you don't get how funny that whole thing with her sorority sister was, you're just aren't trying . . . uh, but it was still her own small Bastille that she stormed. And man, her small Bastille could get really stormy, one time the guys across the suite thought I had murdered her, but really it was just . . .
Stay free.
Enchanté,
Le Clarence
The closest thing I ever witnessed to the storming of the Bastille was a brutal battle of pelting each other with wok sangria and the fruit contained within it. Vicious. I mean, you ever get wok sangria in your eyes??? And then La Tolteca carnage.
Friends . . . let none of us stay confined in life's prison cells, particularly the ones we have created for ourselves.
The adventure of life is calling, so storm your own Bastille and be free -- like the oppressed French citizens in 1789, and like that time my girlfriend dumped me while I was living on Cape Cod. She liberated herself from her cell that day, and though I think she lacked a high degree of foresight and really any sort of a sense of humor, 'cause man, if you don't get how funny that whole thing with her sorority sister was, you're just aren't trying . . . uh, but it was still her own small Bastille that she stormed. And man, her small Bastille could get really stormy, one time the guys across the suite thought I had murdered her, but really it was just . . .
Stay free.
Enchanté,
Le Clarence
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Trampoline Bridge Filler
rob wanted filler, so in one of my laziest moves yet I found something he had left in draft, and will now post for you, the denizens of G:TB.
It appears the French have taken Mr. Bouncy Bounce to a whole new level, creating this trampoline bridge across the Seine River in Paris. Why? Who the hell knows, read the article if you want that level of detail. I enjoy that rob grabbed this from the NPR tumblr, while I saw it once or twice on tumblr blogs with naked chicks and endless memes (which reminds me, TR, you would enjoy tumblr):
Of course, I fully expect the French to cede this bridge to the first batch of rowdy German tourists who cross over it.
It appears the French have taken Mr. Bouncy Bounce to a whole new level, creating this trampoline bridge across the Seine River in Paris. Why? Who the hell knows, read the article if you want that level of detail. I enjoy that rob grabbed this from the NPR tumblr, while I saw it once or twice on tumblr blogs with naked chicks and endless memes (which reminds me, TR, you would enjoy tumblr):
Of course, I fully expect the French to cede this bridge to the first batch of rowdy German tourists who cross over it.
Friday, October 05, 2012
Fashion is Dumb: French Fashionista Friday Filler
I was instructed by Wheelhouse Jerome to write a blog post today, while at the same time being informed by the tiny dictator that filler was needed. Jer, I will have to get back to the Top Turkish Basketball Players of All Time post...a "Fashion is Dumb" link that simply cannot be passed up just floated by me on the tubes of the internet.
It was apparently Fashion Week in Paris over the past few days, and here are just a few of the atrocious gems culled from the photo gallery. My god are these awful.
I urge you to view the entire gallery - it is a shitshow of epic proportions.
It was apparently Fashion Week in Paris over the past few days, and here are just a few of the atrocious gems culled from the photo gallery. My god are these awful.
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| Apparently the beekeeper look is in. |
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| This purse seems practical. |
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| Hold up...is that Annie Lennox? Or David Bowie? |
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| Oh COME ON |
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The Twelve Days of Gheorghe-mas: Day Three
On the Third Day of Gheorghe-mas, Big Gheorghe gave to me...
Three French Hens
Two Dope-ass Rhymes (and a whole mess of sub-par ones as well)
And a Doofus Dancing (Amidst a Really Long and Grumpy Analysis of the New Kanye West Album).
Did this lame-ass really just say "three french hens"? Yep, he did, and please bear with me. If Gheorghe-mas were to continue and not die on the vine, as it appeared to be doing, we needed a Day 3. And this is what you've come to expect from me in terms of filler, so why disappoint. I give you Day 3...Three French Hens:
First to bat, the cross-dressing and extremely flammable Joan of Arc. We all know her story by now, with of course the best representation of the peasant girl hero being 1989's "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure". Did anyone realize Mrs. of Arc was played by Go-Go member and now dominatrix Jane Wiedlin? It's true...take a look:
OK, you've survived French Hen #1...so you deserve a little reward. Hen #2 is just that reward. Brigitte Bardot is hot as hell, a fact I never truly realized until "researching" google images to find just the right photo. I mean, this lady is credited with the popularization of the bikini. How can we not celebrate her?
I need three women? Hmmm, dammit, how 'bout that smartass babe Marie Curie. Yep, she's #3. rob, just think, without her there wouldn't be a Large Hadron Collider for you to repeatedly fret over (that statement sounds true but maybe a smart person can verify for me).
Well then, wasn't that exciting...who's got Day 4?
Three French Hens
Two Dope-ass Rhymes (and a whole mess of sub-par ones as well)
And a Doofus Dancing (Amidst a Really Long and Grumpy Analysis of the New Kanye West Album).
Did this lame-ass really just say "three french hens"? Yep, he did, and please bear with me. If Gheorghe-mas were to continue and not die on the vine, as it appeared to be doing, we needed a Day 3. And this is what you've come to expect from me in terms of filler, so why disappoint. I give you Day 3...Three French Hens:
First to bat, the cross-dressing and extremely flammable Joan of Arc. We all know her story by now, with of course the best representation of the peasant girl hero being 1989's "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure". Did anyone realize Mrs. of Arc was played by Go-Go member and now dominatrix Jane Wiedlin? It's true...take a look:
OK, you've survived French Hen #1...so you deserve a little reward. Hen #2 is just that reward. Brigitte Bardot is hot as hell, a fact I never truly realized until "researching" google images to find just the right photo. I mean, this lady is credited with the popularization of the bikini. How can we not celebrate her?
I need three women? Hmmm, dammit, how 'bout that smartass babe Marie Curie. Yep, she's #3. rob, just think, without her there wouldn't be a Large Hadron Collider for you to repeatedly fret over (that statement sounds true but maybe a smart person can verify for me).
Well then, wasn't that exciting...who's got Day 4?
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