Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Some People Call Him Maurice

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“Are you Timothy Dalton?”

“Non. Ah ahm your OOZ-band.”

“Why are you talking like that?”

“Ah ahm Frooooonsh.”

“I thought you married my sister.”

“Non. Vous.”

“Oh.”

“Your blouse! Ah saw le Jerry! At the Olympia in Soixante-Douze.”

“Sixty-twelve?”

“Non, non. ’72.”

“If you say so.”

“Le Jerry was a Frooooonshman, you know.”

“I thought he was Mexican.”

“Non, mon petit. Big nose, smoked like un chimné, liked to cheat on his wives. Le Jerry was Froooonsh.”

“Oh.”

“And we have sex?”

“Oui.”

“Oh.”

3 Comments

  1. Are there any multi-lingual Canadians who can tell a how to “speak of the pompitousness of love” in French? Because that is what Maurice does.

    Bonus points if you own the vinyl Steve Miller Band album “Rock Love”

  2. My French is a little rusty….

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