Ten bucks says Victor Garber can at least fake his way through a French conversation. He's from Canada!
I always thought Garber was a fake Canadian, like Andrea Martin. Anyway...I cannot fake my way through French, even with a passable French accent. "Je suis une pomme de terre."
Bradley Cooper did go to Georgetown, Megan. Not that that means you're going to magically speak fluent foriegn languages, but...
A ha, Kathy, that makes sense!
Wikipedia says Victor's the real Canuck deal.
suddenly is struck by a vision of Micheal Vartan ripping open the side seam of his priest cassock to get to the Glock strapped to his thigh
I'm done for the day.
Francoise Hardy can be singing a poppy French song while walking through the background just to ruin the steamy scene.
No, to ruin the mood, it should really be
his aunt,
Sylvie Vartan.
Clothing for butch women. Except, really, it's butch clothing for women.
I'd love a proper three piece suit.
Except, really, it's butch clothing for women.
I don't see why it's not Masculine Styles for Women or Men's Styles for Women's Bodies. I kind of want a tuxedo.
I don't see why it's not Masculine Styles for Women or Men's Styles for Women's Bodies
I was equating butch with masculine. I don't think you have to apply the modifier to the women, just to the clothes. That's why I moved the adjective.
his aunt...
hee. ok, aside from the part where I don't actually read fic, I could probably have a good time adding cameos to scenes to complete deflate the heat. that could be hilarious.
I could probably have a good time adding cameos to scenes to complete deflate the heat. that could be hilarious.
Dirty priest, thigh holster, French, those characters, dude BRING IT ON.
eta: What? The work filters
just
blocked blogspot.com. So no Leverage blog reading at work anymore. Pfft. Just blocked.