Ha! Maurice Chevalier can talk all he wants about the international language of love, but I’m here to tell ya’, lust don’t translate so damn good. Process my eggs, indeed. (Although the thought of someone having “a piece of splendor in the trousers” is kinda poetic, no?)
Thanks Alta Vista for giving me such delightfully clumsy translation tools.
P.S. If you wanna see the whole filthy page (in its original language, of course), be my guest.
sturtle [dot] com 