Happiness for a French, is to meet one evening at a restaurant 5 stars, with a fleshy creature at will, languid that it becomes deliciously unbearable ... The meal is delicious, fragrant cigar ... Then you get in the honeymoon suite ...
The next day you go down and the waiter tells you that all that was offered ...
That happiness for a French! :)))
Happiness, an Englishman, is getting up at 5am. Outside it's dark, it's cold, it's foggy, raining and you have to piss out the dog. Then you go out, cars splash you in passing ...
That happiness for an Englishman!
Happiness, a Russian is to be awakened
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