Love is in the air - Condi pics (Warning - graphic)

French President Nicolas Sarkozy (C) welcomes Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice (L) as Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas looks on at the start of the international donors conference to raise funds for the Western-backed Palestinian Authority at Kleber international centre in Paris December 17, 2007. REUTERS/Charles Platiau


U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, right, and French President Nicolas Sarkozy, left, meet at the Elysee Palace, Monday, Dec. 17, 2007, in Paris. Rice said a donors conference Monday was the Palestinian government's 'last hope' to avoid bankruptcy and urged fast and generous international aid.
(AP Photo / John Schults, pool)


rance's President Nicolas Sarkozy (L) embraces U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice as she leaves the Elysee Palace in Paris after talks December 17, 2007.
REUTERS/John Schults (FRANCE)

Is George on the way over there with a baseball bat?

Sorry...

I will do it.

:hi:

:loveya: :rofl:

Ewwwwwwwwww!
:puke::puke:

:evilgrin:

making moves on his woman ? think he has enough balls to smack him one?

Looks like a freedom-kiss is about to erupt.

"O l'amour, o toujour, o my leetle keettie kat" he'll say as he skips after Condi who tries to run away on her $2000 shoes.

:rofl:

I phtink I phfound a phsptriking phtwriter!

Italian high heels otherwise she'd have been taller than little Napoleon.

Looks like Sarkozy has found his little condiment - that is seriously gross :puke:

belongs in this week's DUzy's!!!

...such a sycophant, such a liar.

Easy to confuse the two when two conservatives get together and start slobbering on each other.

Coyote ugly.
I don't want to get a visual of Condi and anybody. Please, I am trying to go to sleep.

Sarkozy seems to love cuddling up with any woman who's not his wife.

....are you saying, rice, sarkozy, abbas, menage?

what happened to that?

:puke:

Is she two-timing the *?

Tsk, tsk!

to "Manage-a-twat", or whatever you call that sweaty play. I'll give that a triple EEEUW!!

Condi and Nicholas are in his convertible car; he has driven her home.

NICHOLAS: Here we are.

CONDI: You didn't have to drop me off.

NICHOLAS: But I wanted to. Condi, do you know how beautiful you look in the moonlight?

CONDI: Oh, Nicholas, I'm a married woman. I'm married to Dubya. He's my husband.

He holds her hand.

NICHOLAS: I know. I know. My mind says "Stop", but my heart and my hips cry "Proceed!"

Condi groans silently.

NICHOLAS: Condi, darling, I want to see you tomorrow. Not at Barney's Bowlarama. Away from the thunderous folly of clattering pins. Meet me tomorrow for brunch.

CONDI: What's brunch?

NICHOLAS: You'll love it. It's not quite breakfast, it's not quite lunch, but it comes with a slice of cantaloupe at the end. You don't get completely what you would at breakfast, but you get a good meal.

CONDI: I don't think so.

NICHOLAS: Condi, darling, there are ten pins in my heart. You've knocked over eight. Won't you please pick up that spare?

CONDI: Mm. Mm. All right!

but here's one anyhow :puke: