cake

I'm delighted that you came, thank you very much. It's great pleasure to have you here, and I'm very grateful to you for coming here for making this big effort, cause all I've got to do is just turn up sober. So I'm rather obligated to you for being here right now, guess I'll do whatever takes to keep you entertained.

I don't know, you come in, people come in here wanting stuff, I don't know what you want, I don't know what everyone want, I don't even have any idea what I want in fact. Cake! Yay, I think cake is what I want. Cause cake is the language of love, I haven't see any in this room. You know when people say "I love you. I love you!" which will get rather tedious and repetitive and you think, "Right, so where's the proof? How about make me a fucking cake? A chocolate Éclair!" Truth is, people don't need to eat anymore cakes in English speaking countries generally, even the poor. We're all over fed. Eating is purely regards as sort of recreational things now. So why fucking around with soup, or chicken, or any other stuff. Just... cake!

French are really good at pleasure. I remember walking around Paris seen a bakery, a boulangerie, you know, which is great fun, even just go in and see these sexy eatables. So, I went in, a childish desire urged me to get a cake. So I end up with a paper bag full of those chocolate coated éclairs. And then on street, I was get bumped into by a friend who's very talkative for some reason, as I was just about get bored of his stories, I took a bite of the éclair. Oh my god, it was sensational almost like an orgasm. And I have to tell the guy to shut-up and go away. And I look at this éclair, this cake, I figure I could book a room with it and go “Where you from, What kind of music you into, Come on!" That is the proper serious pleasure.

French are the best when it comes to pleasure. Last time in Paris I remember walking by a bakery, a bloulangerie, they even had a fucking word for chocolate based bakery, which is fun to even go in and browse. I went in, the girl's smile is nice. That desire made me want to get a cake. "Give me one of those bum shaped Éclair, please." I end up saying.