"And a bit of swearing. Nothing fancy, just your average half-annoyed half-admirative "Sum' bitch! Don't you worry, I'll get you!" uttered between the teeth, only in French."
Usually, when I'm raking off my epidermis whilst wrenching on my 1962 Studebaker, my utterances are more akin to Tourette's coprolalia. Dogs howl and babies cry...
"And a bit of swearing. Nothing fancy, just your average half-annoyed half-admirative "Sum' bitch! Don't you worry, I'll get you!" uttered between the teeth, only in French."
Usually, when I'm raking off my epidermis whilst wrenching on my 1962 Studebaker, my utterances are more akin to Tourette's coprolalia. Dogs howl and babies cry...