Osler's Razor

Four Years I took French
Still remember "dialogues,"
"beeps" to repeter
 

le matin surtout
n'aime pas de méduse
préfère du café
 

Britney Spears est fou
Elle va mourir cet annee
Au revoir cherie.
 

I never learned French.
Greek, Spanish, German, English
I know a little
 

I never learned it either. I just use my handy-dandy universal translator.
 

Je suis chien, "boogie"
Je suis beaucoup intelligent
et je parle français.
 

Go to hell, frenchy!
We are tired of you and
Your fries and your cuffs!
 

Can't stop scratching arms!
Rocking back and forth. Jonesing
For more Guitar Hero.
 

Mouse click the cats
Yet no video will play
They do not transform
 

. . . huh?
 

OHH!

ya i can cut a rug
 

were you at law prom or something? there wasn't cameras was there?
 

Just got off a plane
Trying to stay up is hell
Can't handle French yet . . .
 

The French have good food
Good wine, beautiful women
And great health care, too!

French literature
Is good, so too their music
Nice beaches, vineyards

Even the much fabled
French Foreign Legion is stud
And yes -- their fries rule

So, answer me this:
Why do Americans hate them?
Their silly language!
 

"je suis chien" means "I am a dog"

a dog speaking french, not to mention posting on blogs would be incredible indeed
 

Oui, mais c'est Boogie
est Chien Magnifique
woof woof Ooo La la

I am not here. I
am in Tuscany. That's where
I'll pretend to be.

Just read Under the
Tuscan Sun. Great book - Better
than stupid movie.

Oh and guess what? I
quit my job. Too much stress. I
am wimpy I know

Mediation is
coming up. Must get ready.
House still not torn down.

Glitch at the bank, I
guess. Ask my lawyer, not me.
I'm in Tuscany.

Why I like that book
so much? Tile guy reminds me
of Habib, Lord of Tile.

I used to have two
cats, one thin one fat. Hard to
feed them correct amount.

Fat one eats all thin
cat's food. Now same with my two dogs. Here is why: See -

Both dogs run away.
One nice, one a pain in ass.
Can't just ONE come home?

I would miss the Plott
Hound. The Beagle? Not so much.
Soon moves to goat barn.

Once, she came home with
live duck in her mouth. Spare me!!!
Yuck. Even goat was pissed.

WHY, Beagle, why? Why
capture duck? Why not just sleep, fart, eat, like before?

Life is a puzzle.
Unemployed. Sploded house. Two
bad dogs. Nutty kid.