Sunday 11 November 2007

Il n’y a rien à manger

Well, mes amis, I am already suffering on this infernal island! Marrhyße is out of caviar and smoked salmon. And the champagne is running dangerosly low, tooo. I know not what to do! Despair...  

In any case, Maurricessse will be making confit de canard over a camp fire tonight, mes amis.

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