Better not take your gun...

Even in America, there are places where guns are not welcome...

Moving solution for the lazy-ass

Have you ever been too lazy to pack your stuff into boxes when you thought about moving? Wanna leave North Carolina for Florida without the burden of dragging tables, chairs, TVs and other things with you? Well, then, here you go you lazy bump.

Those crazy marketing nerds

I'm a goddamn food snob. I dreaded the day when I would have to set foot in an American supermarket. Unfortunately, that day came with its apocalyptic might, and I went to the local food market. I turned pale, and blue, and pink, and almost passed away. I don't know where American marketing folks went to school to, but they certainly must all be victims of some crazy sort of virus that made those people color blind. Why would an otherwise sane person put orange juice into vivid pink jars?
And for God's sake, who needs 500 Aspirine pills? And for God God's sake, who the hell is buying creating and cookies from the same shelf? And ... and ... who is buying frozen Margarita in a plastic container? Did I miss something? Am I born on another planet? Or was it some kind of big sized joke? You got me, you got me... I need, I really have to ask: What the F*ck came across your mind?

America, our hot hot cousin

America. That vast land over there, across the pond, is to us French like a distant cousin. A girl we hear a lot about, but barely know. A girl we want to make out with, but don't have the guts to date.
She's HOT, but is she TOO HOT? Can we handle her? To the French, that American cousin is definitely excentric. She lives a material, abundant life. She likes to show her well-rounded breasts and her tight butt to the world. She's tempted by many sins, sins we ourselves long for but lack the guts to pursue. She's a party girl - with her, you always get to eat the dessert first.
The Frenchman feels safer at home, with his ole' fat lady, that obligant, exceptionally brilliant and well educated 'thing'. She's long past her best-years but preserves a certain charm under several layers of make-up and parfume. "L'exception culturelle" still sees herself as a patron of arts and fashion but has obviously lost the vigor of her best years.
Now, I want to get rid of my ole' fat lady and go after that hot cousin named 'America'. See you over there for future reporting live from North Carolina!