That was my rude and slightly drunken parting shot to the obnoxious Frenchman at Velvet on Saturday who thought he was flattering me by offering me a kiss. I think I also told him I would much prefer if he bought me and my gal friends something from his country, like champagne for instance. I'm cheap like that, but he was even cheaper and refused.
I kept asking him why he wasn't watching Euro 2004 like any other normal man, instead of pestering women at clubs, but he said he wasn't a dickhead. I beg to differ.
But anyway, turns out that my curse didn't work. France won. Bugger.
food diary
tea with sugar
chicken bun
mee soto [half portion noodles]
yong tau foo [half portion noodles]
two Beebee
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