Mes amis, the dineer to which mon ami Agliè invited Mauerowse, it was not an unmitigated triumphf for Murrhise. It all started badly when Maurise he the blackcurrent cordial with him took, rather than the Romanée-Conti wine. Aglie, aparently he would have the wine preferered.
Still, Mon Ami Aglie he at least some of his own wine had to with Miurhuse share. Miureise regaled Àglìè with many of Muyruse his tales of adwenture about the many times Murrise he has been stranded and lost in remote places. He was mid way throiugh a tale of Miuwryse his time in Norway, when mon ami Aglei he became most agitated, and said he rememebered an ergent matter with which he must attend.
Still, Murise is never disappointed when his friends suddenly have to ask him to leave for no apparent raison. Murise he had enjoyed an evening most magnifique, apart from these few minor mishaps. Aglie and Muiwryse they discussed many interesting things, and shared much knowledge unique and estoric. Aglie told Muawryse all about the Knights Templar, and Muawryse he told Aglei all about line dancing in Switzerland and Swaziland, and also all about Muirise hs NEW SECOND HAND CAR,, teh DODGE.
Ah well, Muirase he is certain that he will with Mon Ami Aglie get to on many occiasions in the future have many exciting and stimulatiting discussions. Muarise, he cannot wait!
1 comment:
If I were you, I really wouldn't have anything to do with that St Germaine fella, Agliè or whatever he calls himself now. He's trouble, that guy. Always has been, for at least the past three hundred years. Can't trust him at all, eh?
Yours squirrelishly,
Ratatoskr.
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