"I'll need to see your passport."[Puppy-like head tilt, quizzically.] "I just want a drink, dude."
"But I need to see proof of your age, that you're over 21, miss."
"Wouldn't my driver's license work for that?"
"Oh, you're from America?"
Because-a mi ak-chentay iss so bahd, zhou know.
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Maybe he just needed to see your passport cuz he was trying to whisk you away on a magickal adventure, just over the border into Drunkua New Guinea.
Meh. I've been there. Over-rated, but better than Skunkedya New Guinea or - worse still - Ashton Kutcher's inflatable silicone island...yes, I'm doing it!...Punk'd'ya New Guinea.
That picture RULES.
M'ha! And you were there for the taking of the actual picture...when Maitch was heading off to work more of her wonders in India. Oh yes, that very night. My head was right there. Yuuuust like-a dat, floating, as you know it's wont to do.
Wha! I had no idear.
Also, if I had PhotoShop (goddamn $650 PhotoShop), I would doctor that passport so that your name said:
Last Name: Gamine
First Name: Saucy
so much better than my previous (see: Discovery Channel) flapper era i.d. that was something like Brandy Cordial.
The shame.
Also it is a relief that the 'boyish' part of the definition of 'gamine' is not so dominant as:
Gamin(e) is connected with the English “game” (in the sense of spirited).
And not 'game' in the sense of STINKING.
(or am I reading into that?)
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