C'est la Vie by Jennifer Babcock for June 29, 2010

Depends on the boy….

Such language! Where’s the Nannybot at.

Asking Pierre for dating advice is like asking a Great White for flossing advice.

Stupid Pierre! Are you about to get whomped by your Sis again (I’m sure it must have happened more than once before now)?

Meanwhile, we are seeing the early formation of the Mona we know and love!

Better to ask what Pierre is not looking for. Or you’ll get another Pierre.

… and so begins the transformation into the Mona we all know and love…

I cringe when my modest and pure sweet young (?) thing uses a four letter word. In public, I’m glad I can sink into the floor. Heaven forbid I should mention her er indelicate vocabulary. Sailors and long shore men will blush at the string that will follow. God save me, I live with Mona!.

“We want a lady on the street but a freak in the bed”

Mona just change that Stop to a Start and that will get all the boyfriends you can handle.

John Lennon told Yoko Ono that nothing was sexier than a woman who could use the word “f##k” with authority (when they met, she had trouble with it; he taught her).

Then of course there’s the young woman from “Sophie’s Choice” who thought she was very “modern” and “free”, until it came right down to it: “Leslie Lapidus could say “f##k”, but she could not do it.”

And if there’s a trace of either he moves on.