tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37240493.post1397623942527999726..comments2023-05-24T04:50:14.035-04:00Comments on the sobsister: the sobsisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01698958505635001514noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37240493.post-8607061774406226122008-10-23T23:27:00.000-04:002008-10-23T23:27:00.000-04:00Hold on...I feel a Sir Mix-a-lot moment coming on....Hold on...I feel a Sir Mix-a-lot moment coming on...<BR/><BR/>No, it's passed...I'm sorry: anti-cellulite cream for the derrière? Did I hear that correctly?the sobsisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01698958505635001514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37240493.post-76353851213733123152008-10-23T05:28:00.000-04:002008-10-23T05:28:00.000-04:00French women take good care of themselves. The la...French women take good care of themselves. The last time I put tap water on my face was before I spent all my school holidays in Paris from the age of 16. Anti-cellulite cream for the derrière is a religion - applied before there is even a hint of the dreaded orange peel in sight. Then there is the constant diet of cigarettes and black coffee - obviously more conducive to a tight bum than a daily truckload of MacDo or Kentucky Fried Rat. <BR/><BR/>On a totally different note - the Louvre always gives me migraine. thesobsister is obviously made of tougher stuff than moi.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37240493.post-67526161943306042022008-10-23T00:25:00.000-04:002008-10-23T00:25:00.000-04:00a great derrière always makes up for a less-than-p...a great derrière always makes up for a less-than-perfect visage, but never t'other way round.<BR/><BR/>Aussi, maintenant j'ai faim, and it's all your fault.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37240493.post-83601747084461059922008-10-22T22:46:00.000-04:002008-10-22T22:46:00.000-04:00Writing the synaptic bible with your words, &c...Writing the synaptic bible with your words, &c.<BR/><BR/>Lucky you to have driven all over France. I hope to do the same at some point in the not-too-distant future. Thanks for writing.the sobsisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01698958505635001514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37240493.post-4934863197981662122008-10-21T23:46:00.000-04:002008-10-21T23:46:00.000-04:00Call me the worst example of my profession in the ...Call me the worst example of my profession in the world, but there are Parisian derriere imprinted on my synapses from 40 years when I was 17 and from 5 years ago when I wasn't. What's the deal? I think its the strolling..relaxed bodies assume the shape they're supposed to be. <BR/><BR/>I love France and have driven all over it (the last time with the wife and 3 adult children in a car the size of my suitcase that, nonetheless, would fly at 120 km/h.) You make me ache to return soon. And add to my synaptical collection.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com