Every summer since I was born, I fly out to the south of France for a month or two to get in touch with my roots and visit my family. This summer, however, I felt it'd be a little lonely all by myself, so Sarah, my Mother, and my dog Coco came an joined me. The town of Lorgues were I live wasn't really ready. First of all, they've never seen a girl like Sarah up close. Sure, France is full of beautiful women, but in remote villages girls dont come as a package. If they're pretty, they dress like a joke, if they're skinny, they're ugly, if they have pretty hair, they're fat, there just arent any Sarahs. We rolled through town a few times and Sarah would attract crowds of hash dealers and ex cons. Since Sarah isnt exactly gifted with languages, we mostly chilled at home poolside or in the TV room, where we watched every De Niro movie ever made (dont worry, in English) followed by dinner made by Mami Gisele, who is definitely the illest cook in provence. When that got tired we'd hit up St. Tropez's private beach Le Capon (Brigitte Bardot lives there) or La Moute and hunt octopus or tan. To refresh ourselves we'd head to actual village of St. Tropez, window shop, see all the not-so-beautiful celebrities try and hide behind retardedly large glasses, and eat nutella ice cream. We trekked up to Paris for 3 days, but Paris is just a gay, anorexic, rainy, Morrissey song version of NYC. Oh well, too bad you couldnt have been there. Maybe next time...
The very hot dude on the left of Sarah is a young village mechanic. Sarah lost her wallet and him and his homeboy (matching outfits? you cant see the Burberry pouches) found it and brought it to our house. My mother took photos, that laughter from Sarah is embarassement.
Karl HIMSELF in St. Tropez! After this photo was taken he walked right in front of us with two young fags in tow, silver fingerless gloves a must.
My Mother hunts octopuss, no lie...
Normally we freeze them and when the end of summer comes we eat them with tomato sauce, but Sarah found a better use.
3 am apple picking!
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