When I think of France, I think of wicked french filter house, daft punk, the Eiffel tower, slutty women with all kinds of hair everywhere, those weird lily looking things on the quebec flag, frog legs, bad coffee, food fried in a pound of butter, japanese cartoons translated to french and then put on tv and I can’t understand a word of them so I end up hating french out of jealousy. And now this

Yawn, ha ha: ★★★★★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ 

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