i refuse to be white trash. i may have my weak moments, such as the odd impulse to go to in-and-out burger, episodes of the simpsons, or "spaghetti" made of ramen noodles and tomato soup, but these are the exceptions to the rule. i remain convinced part of god's grand scheme involves La Taureau and i to be fabulously wealthy and well-heeled.
i know this because my knees get weak everytime i go into a burberry store, and La Taureau has already planned out the modest estate we will retreat to on long weekends after spending the work week in our smart brownstone in the chic, upscale area of downtown. La Coniglia will be dressed in the cutest outfits, looking very much like madeline, and have impeccable manners and a wit that can slice cheese.
hey, it's not by accident that i like dave brubeck and beethoven...
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