Mon Dieu! I will return from the Sahara and bring with me a personalized glass jar of Grey Poupon to impress the beautiful Mademoiselle Mimi as Gil is so lacking in mustard.
After a couple of hurricanes, a kid in New Orleans hustled me for a buck by betting me he could tell where I got my shoes? OK. Mister, you got your shoes on your feet, and your feet are on Bourbon Street.
I think Kaz was 86’d for betting the don’ts on Milford to cover.