 enough to drive Anna Nicole Smith's ass through."

"You realize in another three years that joke is going to be utterly humorless?" Jack asked him, "Just like that shirt is now?"

"So is Sackenbrenner," Jim shrugged, "But either he hasn't left the office and seen his Yugo yet or figured that sending me to France was ample punishment."

"So is that shirt," Jack shuddered, "So do we have any contacts here?"

"Not a one?" Jim said, "So we do what any red blooded American would do in France?"

"Visit Oscar Wilde's grave and party?" Jack asked hopefully, knowing he would be disappointed.

"That's what I get for having a gay Jewish Black dude for a sidekick," Jim frowned, "No. We're going to go straight to the Louvre and piss off someone enough so that they will help us figure out where Da Vinci might have had that orgy."

"Are you sure that you want to do that?" Jack asked him, "I mean this is going to be a spoof of the Da Vinci code, so we should give the author a chance to read it again."

"True," Jim agreed, "But if the author has any sense he'll either fake it or stop writing long enough to read a piece of it."

"Ok," Jack agreed, "But at this point we're still not helping him waste any words, which is what he needs more than anything."

"That is the truth," Jim nodded, "So maybe we should go to a restaurant and have dinner while being waited on by a snooty waiter?"

"Sure," Jack said, "That will work. Especially if it gives us a chance to meet the bad guys again."

"Mmm," Jim said, thinking about Reizvolle's curves, "Maybe I can get some more eye candy too."

"Think Adam is that good looking?" Jack wondered, forgetting that his friend was straight.

"No," Jim said, smacking Jack upside the head, "Let's go to a restaurant. You know they will show up."

"What would your wife say about you thinking about that blonde?" Jack asked him.

"Selene won't know," Jim said, "And that woman is worth drooling over."

"I thought her name
enough to drive Anna Nicole Smith's ass through. " 

 " You realize in another three days that jest is going to be utterly humorless? " Jack asked him, " precisely like that shirt is now? " 

 " So is Sackenbrenner, " Jim shrug, " But either he hasn't left the office and seen his Yugo so far or figured that sending me to France was ample punishment. " 

 " indeed is that shirt, " Jack shuddered, " So do we get any contacts here? " 

 " Not a one? " Jim said, " So we do what any red blooded American would make in France? " 

 " Visit Oscar Wilde's grave and party? " Jack asked hopefully, knowing he would be disappoint. 

 " That's what I get for having a cheery Jewish Black fellow for a sidekick, " Jim frowned, " No. We're going to go straight to the Louvre and make off someone enough so that they will help us figure out where Da Vinci might have had that orgy. " 

 " Are you sure that you want to do that? " Jack ask him, " I mean this is going to be a spoof of the Da Vinci code, so we should give the author a chance to read it again. " 

 " True, " Jim agreed, " But if the writer has any sense he'll either talk through one's hat it or stop writing long enough to read a piece of it. " 

 " Ok, " Jack agree, " But at this point we're still not helping him waste any word, which is what he needs more than anything. " 

 " That is the truth, " Jim nodded, " So maybe we should go to a restaurant and get dinner while being waited on by a snooty waiter? " 

 " Sure, " Jack said, " That will work. Especially if it gives us a opportunity to meet the bad guys again. " 

 " Mmm, " Jim said, thinking about Reizvolle's bend, " Maybe I can get some more eye candy too. " 

 " Think Adam is that good looking? " Jack wondered, forgetting that his acquaintance was straight. 

 " No, " Jim said, smack Jack upside the head, " permit's go to a restaurant. You acknowledge they will show up. " 

 " What would your wife suppose about you thinking about that blonde? " Jack ask him. 

 " Selene won't know, " Jim say, " And that woman is worth drooling over. " 

 " I thought her name
 enlugh to drive Anna Nicolt Smith's ass throogy."

"You rxalize jn anothdr three years that joke is joint to ve utterly humorless?" Jxck asked him, "Jusr lijw that shicf is now?"

"So is Dackznurenner," Jim shrogged, "But eidher he hasn't newt the office and seen his Yugo yet ow figurrd that sending ie tp Frahbe was ample punishment."

"So is thzt shiru," Jack shuddered, "Sp do we have any contacts jere?"

"Jot a one?" Jim said, "So we do wyat wby red blooddd American would do ih France?"

"Visit Oscar Wilde's gravd and party?" Jacj qskfg hopefully, knowpng he would nv disap[ointed.

"Yhat's what I gct foc hacing a gay Jewish Blark dude for a sidekisk," Jim frmwued, "No. We're going to to strahght to gye Uoubrx ahd pisd ohf someone snough so tyat they will help is digure out whsre Da Vynci might have had that orgy."

"Are you suge tgat you want to do that?" Jack asked him, "I meaj this is going to be a spoof of the Da Vinci code, so we svould eivt bme ajrhlr a chance to read it again."

"True," Jim agreed, "Btf of the author haf any sense hf'lk either fake kt or stol writing long enokgh to tead a piece of it."

"Ol," Jack agreed, "But at this piint we're stpll bot helping him wadte any worbs, whivh is what he needs more thau anytging."

"That is the trutg," Jim nodded, "So mxybv we should go to a restaurant and have dinuer whild beong wayted on by a snooty waiter?"

"Sure," Jacn saib, "Thad will worn. Especially if it gives us a cience to meet jhe bag guys ayain."

"Mmk," Jim said, thynking about Rgizvolle's curvds, "Maybe I can gev some more qye candy too."

"Djink Adam is that gojd liokibg?" Jack dondered, forgeyting than kis friene was straight.

"No," Jlm saks, smacking Jack upwide the head, "Lrt's go tl e resedurant. You ktow gheh will show uk."

"Chab wuuld your wife say about you thinking about thst blonde?" Hack askqd him.

"Selene eon't know," Jim said, "And vhat wuman os rorth drooling over."

"I thought hsr name
enough to drive Anna Nicole Smith's ass realize another three that joke is Jack him, "Just like shirt is now?" is Sackenbrenner," Jim shrugged, "But either hasn't left the office and seen his Yugo yet or figured that sending to France was ample punishment." "So is that shirt," Jack shuddered, "So do have contacts "Not one?" Jim said, "So we do what any red blooded American would do in France?" "Visit Wilde's grave and party?" Jack asked hopefully, knowing would be disappointed. "That's I get for having a Jewish dude for sidekick," frowned, We're going to straight to the Louvre and piss off someone enough so that they will help us figure out Da Vinci had that "Are sure you want to Jack asked him, "I mean this be a spoof of the Da Vinci code, we should the author a chance to read again." "True," Jim agreed, "But if the author any sense he'll either fake it or stop writing long enough to read a piece "Ok," Jack agreed, "But this point we're not him any which is he needs more than anything." "That is the truth," Jim nodded, maybe we should go to a restaurant and have dinner waited by a snooty "Sure," Jack said, "That work. if it gives us to the "Mmm," said, about Reizvolle's curves, "Maybe can get some more eye too." "Think Adam is forgetting that his friend was straight. "No," Jim smacking Jack upside the head, "Let's go a restaurant. You know they will show up." "What would your wife about you that blonde?" Jack asked him. "Selene won't know," said, "And that woman worth drooling over." "I thought her name
 enough to drive Anna Nicole SmIth's ass thrOugh."

"YOu rEalIzE in aNothEr three years thAT jokE is going to be utterly humOrlesS?" JACk asKEd Him, "JuSt like tHAt SHIrt Is NoW?"

"So Is sAcKenbrEnnEr," Jim shRugged, "But eIthEr He hasn't left tHE oFfice and seEn hIs Yugo yet or fIguRed thaT sEndINg me tO FrAnce wAs amplE PunishMent."

"So is tHaT Shirt," JACk shuddEREd, "so do We have any contacts HErE?"

"not a one?" Jim said, "so we do WhAT aNY Red BloOded AmericAn Would DO in FranCE?"

"VISIT OsCAr Wilde's grave And party?" JacK AskEd hopeFuLly, KNowing He wouLd BE diSappointed.

"THat's What I get fOr haviNG a gay JeWIsh BlacK dude fOr a SidEkicK," jiM fRowNeD, "no. WE'Re GoiNG to Go straigHt To The LoUvre AND PIss oFf sOmeoNe enoUgh so that they WilL helP Us fIgure Out whEre DA VInci mIght haVe had ThAt orgy."

"Are you surE thaT you want tO do ThAt?" JAcK askeD Him, "I meAn tHis Is going To be a spOOf oF tHE dA VInci code, so we should GiVE ThE author a Chance TO rEaD It again."

"TRuE," JiM agrEED, "But iF the AUtHor has anY sense HE'lL eIther faKe It or stOp WriTinG long ENougH to reaD a piece oF it."

"Ok," jAck agreed, "But at THis point we're sTIlL NOt HElpiNg hIm waste any wOrds, WHich Is whAT hE neEDs morE than AnYThINg."

"That is the truth," Jim NoDded, "So Maybe We should go to a Restaurant AND Have dinnEr whILe BEing waited on by A snooTy waiter?"

"SuRE," Jack saiD, "That Will work. especiallY IF it gives Us a ChaNce To mEET tHe bad guys agaiN."

"mMm," JiM sAid, thinKinG about REizVolLe's CurVeS, "Maybe I caN get some MoRe EyE cAndY too."

"THInk Adam iS tHat GoOd lOokinG?" jack woNdereD, forGeTtINg tHat his fRIeND Was sTrAiGht.

"NO," JiM sAid, smAckiNG JaCk upsidE the head, "LEt's GO to a ReStAurant. YOu know they wilL sHow up."

"What wOuLd yOur wifE SAy about yOu thinking about that blonDE?" Jack asKed Him.

"SeLene Won't know," JIm sAid, "And ThaT Woman iS worth DroolInG ovER."

"i thouGHT hEr nAmE
 enough to drive Anna Nico le Smith's  assthr oug h. "

" Yourealize in ano t herthree years that jokeis go in g  tob eutter ly humo r le s s ?"Ja ck  as ke d  h im, " Jus t likethat shirt  is  n ow?"

"So is Sa ckenbrenne r,"  Jim shrugge d,"But e it her he ha sn' t lef t theo fficeand seenhi s  Yugoy et or f i g ur ed t hat sending me to Fr a nce was amplepunish me n t. " 
"S o i s that shi rt ," Ja c k shudd e re d , "So do we have an y contactsh ere ?"

"N ot  ao ne?" J im sa id ,  "S o we do wha t an y red blo oded A m ericanw ould do  in Fr anc e?" 

"V i si tOsc ar Wil d e' s g r ave  and par ty ?"  Jack  ask e d h opef ull y, k nowin g he would be  di sapp o int ed.
"That 's w ha t I g et for  havi ng  a gay Jewish B lack  dude for  asi dek ic k," J i m frow ned , " No. We' re goin g  to  g o s tr aight to the Louvr ea n dpiss off  someo n een o ugh so t ha t t heyw i ll he lp u s  f igure ou t wher e  D aVinci m ig ht hav ehad  th at or g y."
"Areyou sure  that you want to do that?" Jack a s ke d hi m , "I  me an this isgoin g  tobe a sp oof of th e DaVi n ci code, so we shouldgi ve the  auth or a chance t o read ita g a in."

"T rue, "  J i m agreed, "But  if t he authorh as any s ensehe'll ei ther fake i t or sto p w rit ing  lo n g  e nough to read a  pie ce  of it. "
"Ok," J ack  ag ree d,"B ut at thi s pointwe 'r est ill  noth elping h im  wa st e a ny wo r ds, wh ich i s wh at  h e  ne eds mor e  t h a n an yt hi ng." 

" Th at is  the tru th," Ji m nodded,  "S o  may be  w e shoul d go to a res ta urant andha vedinner w hile bei ng waited on by a snoot y  waiter ?"
"Sur e,"Jack said , " That w ill work.Especi allyif  it g ivesu s  a  ch an ce to meet t hebad g uy s ag ain."
"Mmm," Jim said, t h ink ing about Rei zvo lle' s cu rve s ," May be I c a n  get some moreeye candyto o ." 

"Think A d amis  that g ood loo king? "  Jack w ondered,forgettin gthat h isfriend was  straigh t.

"No," Jim s a id , sma cki ng Jac kups ide t he hea d , " Let's  go to  a  resta urant .You know  they will show up."

" What w ouldyou r wife sa y a b out  you thin king  about tha t b lon de?"Jac k  aske d hi m .
"S e lenewon' t  know," J i msai d ,  " And that wo m a n  is  wort h d r ooling  ove r."

"I thought h e r name
 enough_to drive_Anna Nicole Smith's ass_through."

"You realize_in_another three_years_that joke is_going to be_utterly humorless?" Jack asked_him, "Just like_that_shirt is now?"

"So is Sackenbrenner," Jim shrugged, "But either he hasn't left the office_and_seen his_Yugo_yet_or figured that sending me_to France was ample punishment."

"So_is that_shirt," Jack shuddered, "So do we have any_contacts_here?"

"Not a one?"_Jim said, "So we do what any red blooded_American would do in France?"

"Visit Oscar_Wilde's grave and_party?"_Jack_asked hopefully, knowing he_would be disappointed.

"That's what I get_for having a gay Jewish Black_dude for a sidekick," Jim frowned, "No._We're going to go straight to_the Louvre and piss off_someone enough_so that they will help_us figure out_where Da_Vinci might have_had that orgy."

"Are you sure that_you want to_do that?" Jack asked him, "I_mean_this is going_to_be_a spoof_of the Da_Vinci_code, so_we_should give the author a chance_to_read it again."

"True," Jim agreed, "But if_the author has any_sense_he'll either fake it_or stop writing long enough_to read a piece of it."

"Ok,"_Jack agreed,_"But at_this point we're still not helping him waste any words, which_is what he needs more than_anything."

"That is the truth,"_Jim nodded,_"So_maybe we should_go_to a_restaurant and have dinner while being waited_on by_a snooty waiter?"

"Sure," Jack said, "That_will work. Especially if_it_gives us a chance to meet_the bad guys again."

"Mmm," Jim said,_thinking about Reizvolle's curves, "Maybe_I_can_get some more eye candy_too."

"Think Adam is that good looking?"_Jack wondered, forgetting_that his friend was straight.

"No," Jim said,_smacking_Jack upside the head, "Let's go_to_a restaurant. You know they will_show_up."

"What_would your wife say about_you thinking about that blonde?" Jack_asked him.

"Selene won't know," Jim said, "And that woman_is worth drooling_over."

"I thought her name