I picked up The Lindz at airport near here at hotel were I am staying with The Bendz.
The Benz is staying at a different hotel. Because he is poor. And I am not. So we all met at the tower of Paris by France and took a picture for you, my loyal subjects, to see and know that I am real. The Benz is real. The Linz is real. She is so real that her photo graph is in here twice:
I have filled my selve on all the France food that I could.
I had French Fries, French Toast and Frog Legs, they will not cook cats legs for us silly Americans. Lol
People here at France know me as a VICEOGPSVC (very impotent ceo guitar playing single vegan catholic). Except they pronounce it SILO. Or something like that.
I shopped to spoil myself because I deserve it. As I am rarely able to do things such as shop due to owning 177 companys. I am always supper buzy. I took Bow Flex to France with me but left him on the plain. I hope I don't get too fat! Lol Don't worry. I won't. I am anorexic. Or the exact opposite. I don't know, I don't watch medical TV.
I am on Main Rue of France Bouldevard to do shopping for my Selve and the Lindz but if she isn't nice she won't get anything. Oopsy, I hope she doesn't here that because she'll wave her magic wand and make my blog disappeared. I wouldnt want that. I would cry. Alot.
Bone jours for now!
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