My brother who's in France is kind of a hoot. In an email a couple weeks ago he said he was sending us a package with "some good stuff" in it.
What was that stuff might you ask? Pictures (which he hasn't sent us in 8 months)? Chocolate?
Oh, no. Much better:
Cheetah sort of harem pants.
"I'm glad you liked my present! Now you know what every muslim girl in mulhouse feels like every day."
Basically, they're the most comfortable pants I've ever had the pleasure of wearing, and I never want to take them off. Every Muslim girl in Mulhouse must be really happy about life.