Men and quiche in relation to the talking monkey's common or garden spatial temporal existence.
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I have heard of this book from time immemorial from sources varied, mystical and temporal, and I will one day be brave enough to read it with the full and justified discretion it deserves, but not today; as I have no time for such macho-mischief in my little one man life at present, as I must have better things to do than not to question my manhood in relation to this metaphorical, indeed legendary Quiche object.
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Just not true
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The book's central premise that real men don't eat quiche is a fallacy. I am a pool shark, I sell ads, and I basically rock, and I just LOVE quiche. Nuff said. 5 stars to show I'm a good sportsman. And I am.
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