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Elle est Vachement Bien Foutue, ta Frangine

Well, that’s it. The cats’ out of the bag. And being that he’s to spend an inordinate amount of time on an airplane, he has firmly affixed himself to my sac.

Stick is moving Nine-Seven to Nice.

And I’m taking all ya’ll with me.

Figuratively, of course.

Posted by Stick on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 at 5:50 AM |