Going in to the office isn’t too much of a hardship at all really. There are two hot French interns working there at the moment, one is from France, the other is French Canadian.
Not quite this hot, but close enough
Mon dieu, those accents are awesome. Even saying totally arb things like ‘we’re going to the shops’ comes out sounding hot.
They’re a little young though, earlyish twenties is a kak age for boys and generally they should be left to mature until they hit 30, but when they look like that and sound like that, I could could maybe look past their tender age. Possibly.
What am I saying, shame – I must not harass the interns. Bad, bad Rox.
In other news, it’s almost the weekend and I have a good one ahead. Fun times people, fun times indeed.
i can relate battling my early twenties, i wish i was more grown up.
I never want to grow up, it takes all the fun out of things.
Absolute rubbish! Interns are there to be harassed, surely?
Very good point Dolce, that it absolutely correct.
Besides, it’s not my fault they’re so cute.
uurh pardo!
So when my cousin, who is 17 now was much younger 5 or 6, asked my aunt how old she was, and she replied 25.
Now my cousin didn’t know too much of the details but she knew that her mother was younger, and so replied, ‘well – my mother’s 21!’
And there are, you just never really get old do you, and definitely not in the eyes of certain 5 or 6 year old young ladies.
You don’t get old, you just stop caring. Or you should just stop caring anyway.
A friend of mine who’s about 31 or so put it perfectly, she said that the older the gets, the less she worries about how she looks and what she’s wearing… but she doesn’t have the same urge to go for ridiculous outfits that she would have worn when she was younger (and then been worried what everyone thought).
Age is just a number – maturity and wisdom however do improve as the numbers increase. That’s just a fact of life, you reach a certain level of experience and whatnot but you don’t have to be a grown-up.
I still buy cartoon band-aids, and I take great delight in jumping in puddles in my wellies, and I still believe in fairies, ghosts, enks and just about everything. It’s a state of mind I guess.
she’s lying!
and you are in your late 20ties and blossoming but trust me, vanity kicks in and you do start to worry.
or so i’m told.
and your interns reminded me of this:
It’s a French-speaking role. Did you speak the language beforehand?
…Now it’s a bit better, but still I understand and I speak like Indians in cowboy films.
Like:†Me, water, thank-you…â€
Gael Garcia Bernal
Uncut, August 06.
um … pass on the company name, address, the boys names and contact numbers
Ill take both
Hehehe, this is where those ‘seduce one, get one free’ specials come in handy.