While the actual mistake was made almost three weeks ago, my decision to share the uneaten portion of a loaf of pralus bread with the pigeons has had, shall we say, repercussions.
While the actual mistake was made almost three weeks ago, my decision to share the uneaten portion of a loaf of pralus bread with the pigeons has had, shall we say, repercussions.
Sometimes we fuck up. Tonight was such a night; it is why I am sitting in our flat listening to the funeral march of Louis XIV as opposed to sitting in the Chapelle royale at Versailles listening to the requiem for Louis XV. Oops.
Fezzik In Paris 