From a Recent Segment of “Ask Me Anything” on The Mulva Rose Show – a viewer asked,
“Mulva, where are you from? At first, I thought you had a German accent. Then I heard maybe French or Italian. But then I swear I heard a Southern accent. What’s your recipe, where are you from?”
Honeychild, don’t y’all know it is not proper to ask a lady where she is from? Bless your little heart, but I do not believe I have any accent.
Ohhh, I think I may know what you’re referring to.
You may not know ziss, but I zoosed to be a Stewardesses. In fact, I vas supposed to be on Pan-Am Flight Une Zayro Trois, that went down over zee Lockerbie Scotland in 1988. Do zoo remember dat? Non, probably not.
Anyway, I have been around zee world. Zometimes I am reminded of zee love affairs I had around zee globe. So, if zit seems dat I zam Frahnching it up … bleu bleu bleu, I am only releeving le sweet, sweet memories of mon time in Pair-ee, Gay Pair-ee with sweet, zensual, Pierre. Ooh la la, did we make sweet amour all noir long under zee tour Eiffel. Bon bon appétit, mon Cherie.
But Italian? No. I do notta speaka Italiano. I know not whatta you mean. Oh. Oh. Oh. Wait uno momento. I deed have a ceelestial love affair with Alfredo … under zee Tuscan Sun. Mamma Mia he hadda a grande’ Italiano sausage. Magnifico! Bravo Alfredo, Bravo! Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
Besides, didn’t yo momma ever tell you it’s rude to ask someone where they’re from?
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