This is why we can’t have nice things. As the miniature sapins that would actually fit in our flat are rapidly approaching their expiration date, we bought a small cypress tree; it’s apparently hardy and thus should survive in the planter on the balcony once we’re finished staring at it, it’s “green” per the Purrito, …
In other news, we are now sharing our bedroom (the sole cat-free zone in the flat) with an internet-procured 10kg bag of cat food; the more reasonable 3.5kg bags helpfully found at BHV contain sufficient food for all of three or so weeks.
Seriously, Fezzik?
Also known as the-face-that-Fezzik-gave-me-after-he-was-forbidden-from-eating-Aurora’s-food.
It has long been the opinion of the editorial board that Fezzik needs a job; at 11 kilos and a size larger than the majority of the dogs seen on Paris streets, there is simply no reason that Fezzik could not find a career as a rat catcher or a draft horse. Unlike Fezzik, the …
Fezzik In Paris 