Mr. Mahmoud Hemeida-
You are cordially invited for a French billiards game. This will be an all day event and it is going to take place between our steel brain compartments – serving as the sides of the French table. We have been informed that you prefer snooker; however, the steel lacks the pockets. In addition, French billiards has proven to be very existentialist and supreme, in the sense that no one ever gets the whole point of it. You are encouraged to bring a friend; in fact, you are encouraged to bring your Catholic snooker companion – the one who owns our favorite Snooker and Billiards place and who usually stares at our curves as we miss our shot. If not, you can always French your score on a sole basis. Your favorite drinks will be served with topless escorts. There is no dress code – unless you want to have one. It won’t be necessary to have any clothes in the first place.
Your acceptance of this invitation will bring a lot of purpose and gratitude to our steel brain compartments.
Thank you.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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1 comment:
I confess: I don't understand a single word.
I never played French billiards, but come to think of it, all billiards is kind of pointless unless u like to hit the ball hard and hear the crush or hit it soft and watch it with satisfaction.
I actually missed your pointless posts.
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