Yo, like this one time I once met a French guy on the streets of Paris, right? He like caught my gaze with his dreamy eyes and musky smell, ya know?
So he says to me, he says, "Puis-je obtenir de l'aide?" And I'm like DUH! I've been around the block before. So I take him back to my pad. Badda bing, badda boom, I'm makin' sweet love!
That reminds me. I need to learn what "Je ne suis pas un homosexuel!" means before our next date. Such a beautiful friggen' language...
