We love France. We find their revolution to be the most interesting period in history. We find their food and style to be impeccable. We love Paris. We love Normandy. We think that not only is Zinedine Zidane the coolest sounding name of all-time, but that also Pele should shine the dude's boots. We even love the French people's je nais se quoi...and by je nais se quoi, We mean their outrageous arrogance and sense of superiority. Usually this should be offensive, but for some reason, juxtaposed with that accent, their women become irresistible. Our current boss is a French woman named Isabelle. She is from the region of Alsace, famed in us American's sophomore World History classes from when the Nazis nabbed Alsace-Lorraine as an act of war to instigate France's surrender...They did this because well, that's what France is good at, surrendering. Isabelle is not teriibly relevant to what We just rattled off but whatever, We thought it was funny, and she is very, very French. This is a good thing because her accent is very French and therefore OFF-THE-FUCKING-CHAIN sexy. This is also cool because we're certain she wants Us to stick it to her. However this is not such a good thing because her scent is also very French and therefore rank as a wet dog.
We've got an air-conditioned office staring at the Texas state capitol but by the end of the day the Frenchy chick is bringing some massive funk!!! It's out-of-control!!! We've been tempted to buy some fucking gnutella to spread on her. Yikes...!!!
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