I have recently theorized that the French plan to producing wealth involves sitting on little chairs on the sidewalk, drinking and smoking a lot, a shrug a minute and getting the tourists to do the same.
After a couple of forays into this activity , I have discovered more. For example, there is the “croissant” (pronounced “bread’). This clever piece of baked dough is skillfully constructed in such a way that roughly 90% of it will crumble away – on the plate, on the table, huge daubs around your lips, your finger, carefully pressed clothes etc. Clearly this is why even dogs the size of mosquitoes are heavily muzzled in Paris. Therefore you are of course forced to consume more of it, roughly requiring croissants the size of a cow, or perhaps a calf (if you are a child or anorexic), to fill you up.
Speaking of which, another stream of income for the French is selling dead, but completely sane, cows as meat. Rather cunningly, by keeping their borders sealed they have kept the so-called mad-cow disease out of the country. Also, banning all kinds of Frankenfoods. I find this highly admirable, as a closet Luddite myself, but highly ironic given everyone lights up at every opportunity.
And just in deference to the noble mission of this blog, and relevant to the topic, don't you think this is timely: "Monkeys Think, Moving Artificial Arm as Own ". And if that is not enough: More Monkey Madness. Don't say I didn't warn you.
No comments:
Post a Comment