Standing at a table full of brocante wonder, my friend Denise gasped happily, uttering under her breath, "Isn't this the best?"
Nodding yes, I walked to the other stand as something caught my eye, French Husband walked to the other side of the table.
Denise was in her element, the Brocante Bug was biting her hard, thinking French Husband was next to her, she grabbed his weenis and rubbed it in between her fingers in excitement. When he didn't react, she gave it a little pull, still no reaction, so she reached up and squeezed his arm and squeeled, still no reaction, so she looked up to find that the man she had in her hand wasn't French Husband but a very handsome younger man.... Denise turned ten shades of red, the man just smiled at her politely.
Later at lunch she retold her adventure of squeezing the handsome young man's weenis. With my mouth full, I asked, "What is a weenis?" Trust me when I found out I laughed hard... the jokes we made the day long, were better than anything we found at the brocante... and we found plenty, but laughed far harder.
Do you know what a weenis is?