C'est la Vie by Jennifer Babcock
- November 21, 2008
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Enjoy the existential adventures of transplanted Parisienne Mona Montrois as she chain-smokes her way to equilibrium in the City of Angels, armed only with the sage advice of confidant and adviser Monsieur Smokey, a lewd, chauvinistic stuffed bunny.
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Comments (6) Jump to Comments Form
Margueritem
said,
about 1 year ago
OK, now ‘onions’ makes sense.
ejcapulet
said,
about 1 year ago
I don’t think I like this comparison. I’ll never be able to see the produce department the same way again.
stpatme said, about 1 year ago
Hmm…I suppose if a woman were flat-chested you could say she had cocktail onions, and if she were well endowed you could call them Vidalias! ;-)
Ray C
said,
about 1 year ago
See my comment from yesterday. I AM the rabbit!
calvinandquestionmark said, about 1 year ago
She could do with some garlic!
cleokaya
said,
about 1 year ago
Very good stpatme. And I love all onions, um I mean breasts. I’m with you Monsieur Smokey.