Blessent mon cur d’une langueur monotone.
I'm baffled. Any of you fellers know what this is about?
Not me.
How about you flyboys?
Don't ask me, I'm drunk as usual.
I just hope he isn't talking to me.
Me too! I deprecated the works of Proust in a thread he was posting to just last week...
I called him a Sporkweasel on a Religion thread...
"Cherchez la femme!" I always say.
Hold on, I think it's code. Look here:
Scheiße! I'm more confused than ever.
You think you've got problems? My daughter is a total piece of crap.
I fail to see what this has to do with the length of Johns' mustache, or the fact that my heart is filled with a monotonous languor.
All I'll say is that his mustache isn't the only thing about John that's long...