While enjoying the symbolic use of darks and lights in “The Conversion of Saul” by Caravaggio, over crème brûlée, after watching the big fütbol game, at the corner salle, with a tall glass white burgundy, Baxter Black had an epiphany. He hated Paris. A lot of people were able to speak English, but instead they spoke in some other strange foreign language with lots of funny åccénts øn évërythîng, which they did for no other reason then to upset Baxter Black. He hated how the shower was the whole bathroom with a hole in the floor, and he hated their gas efficient little cars. Plus it was Valentines day… Or maybe it was the day after we’ve kind of lost track of time. It was, or almost was, or had just been Valentines day in the city of romance and Baxter Black had spent it the way he traditionally did (by punching someone in the face). Maybe it was time which had matured him, or the fact that he couldn’t understand the profanities everyone was yelling at him as they lifted the receiving end of Baxter Blacks tradition into an ambulance, but one way or another big double B wasn’t feeling tough the Baxter Black way, he was feeling like a washed up loser the Jim Steele way. Climbing to the top of a Hellenistic marble statue Baxter Black yelled:
“There is a time and a place for action, but I don’t own a watch, and I don’t know how to get back to our apartment from here, so let’s just say that it’s right here and right now!”
Although it’s been debated whether or not he actually said that because rumors have it that a lot of people have just been making up things that Baxter Black has been saying for awhile now. If he did say it though it’s probably safe to say that it was drowned out by accordions, poetry, and a smattering of berets and assorted hard, bitter cheeses.
Taking to the one place in France Baxter Black felt safe (the internet) Baxter Black quickly cooked up a plan so ingenious and daring that it single handedly cured everyone with cancer and then gave it to them again. A marvel, the likes of which has not been seen since the dawn of man, or possibly just a few weeks ago during the super bowl when Prince played purple rain and wailed on his guitar which was shaped like the Prince symbol while simultaneously riding on a giant, glowing duplicate of that very symbol. Man that was awesome. Anyhow click here to find what we’re talking about... NOTICE THAT LINK WON'T WORK ANYMORE SO WE'LL COME CLEAN, IT WAS A PERSONAL.
While enjoying the symbolic use of darks and lights in “The Conversion of Saul” by Caravaggio, over crème brûlée, after watching the big fütbol game, at the corner salle, with a tall glass white burgundy, Baxter Black had an epiphany. He hated Paris. A lot of people were able to speak English, but instead they spoke in some other strange foreign language with lots of funny åccénts øn évërythîng, which they did for no other reason then to upset Baxter Black. He hated how the shower was the whole bathroom with a hole in the floor, and he hated their gas efficient little cars. Plus it was Valentines day… Or maybe it was the day after we’ve kind of lost track of time. It was, or almost was, or had just been Valentines day in the city of romance and Baxter Black had spent it the way he traditionally did (by punching someone in the face). Maybe it was time which had matured him, or the fact that he couldn’t understand the profanities everyone was yelling at him as they lifted the receiving end of Baxter Blacks tradition into an ambulance, but one way or another big double B wasn’t feeling tough the Baxter Black way, he was feeling like a washed up loser the Jim Steele way. Climbing to the top of a Hellenistic marble statue Baxter Black yelled:
