What is it about ?

Dear LL. Thank you for your e-mail. Sometimes I really wonder what it is all about: its is midnight, I feel greasy and I am greasy in my suit that I have worn for 16 hours and I know that I'll have to wake up in 6 hours. Plus my hands smell like fish, I have jasmine on my left ear and I haven't had sex for the last 9 days. I am like an aging yuppie without financial means. I did go to the local beach (charmingly called La Boulette which is Spanish for a faux-pas) today but it was at night and with some colleagues. You know what: I think I am going to purchase beach towels on e-bay so I feel I still exist. Regarding your questions on the "oeufs à la coque", I noticed that there was not oeufs durs on their menu yesterday night but yet they still had "oeufs durs" today so I was very straight to the point. I told them I was going to come to the kitchen myself tomorrow make them myself (they said "I swear patron 3 ½ minutes, I swear"). Mucho Kisses. Tunis without you is like an overboilt oeuf à la coque. I hope you'll forgive me to copy my blog on our internal conversation exceptionally as it is quite late. Your buddy FHC.

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[Mike]

We can write comments to this thing? Jesus. Doesn't that (a) indicate that we read it and (b) implicate us as enablers? I swear I only log on for the articles.

Tristan, Ari is at the gym and I'm hungry. I've called 1-800-SHAPIRO several times to complain. There is no answer.