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| Back a long time ago, France bashing was a great bit of fun, reserved for those of us who couldn't afford Perrier, or who took study hall instead of a foreign language in high school. Today however, everyone around me seems to be partaking in this pastime. Even cuntry club fucks with Izod shirts launch insults toward the French. Freedom fries?!? Uhg. France bashing has become too popular. As with most things that become popular, it all starts to suck, like U2 and R.E.M. Therefore, I have been left with no option other than to rescind my past France bashing and embrace the French culture like a smelly whore. So...I detoured back through Europe and decided to tour this nation of....people, places and things. |
| Here is a car. I like these cars. I can blow their doors in. That makes me feel like I have a giant dick in my pants. |
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| These are French girls. Bonjour le gashes! Oui Oui poo poo. There's something about French girls that I just can't put my finger on. |
| Here are some paintings I saw in France. They are nice. The people who paint them are not called painters. That would be very insulting to call them a painter. |
| Here is a French cluster fuck. You can find this at almost every intersection. Do you hear me complaining? Nope. I like it. |
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| This is a French designer umbrella. It is designed to keep you engulfed in smoke, so you don't waste it. That is so clever. |
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| Hey look, more Paris traffic. |
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| This is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Paris. Everything in here was done by masters, whatever that means. I skipped this attraction and opted for the Hard Rock Cafe down the street, where I ordered some freedom fries just to be a dick. |