I know there's a 70% chance someone has already beat me to punch on this and Chez simply hasn't gotten around to clearing the post...and I know it shows a high level of geekiness, but let me continue the Monty Python references related to the French farting in our general direction:
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries"
I'm sure these must have some relevance to the all-important bodily emissions of the French issue...
I'm French-Canadian in ancestry, I wonder if this will clear me for farting, belching and sweating with inpunity. Of course, that will probably make me a divorced person of French-Canadian ancestry pretty fast.
Hell, you gotta learn to crawl before you walk.....
The French should dare to bathe first, then we'll go from there.
Seriously, the idea of all this built up flatulence as a reason for their being so incredibly uptight makes alot of sense. Perhaps removing whatever pole blocks it's escape will help them to loosen up.
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Oh great...now they truly will fart in our general direction.
I FART IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION!!!!
I know there's a 70% chance someone has already beat me to punch on this and Chez simply hasn't gotten around to clearing the post...and I know it shows a high level of geekiness, but let me continue the Monty Python references related to the French farting in our general direction:
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries"
I'm sure these must have some relevance to the all-important bodily emissions of the French issue...
I'm French-Canadian in ancestry, I wonder if this will clear me for farting, belching and sweating with inpunity. Of course, that will probably make me a divorced person of French-Canadian ancestry pretty fast.
not to be unkind, especially when lives are at stake, but don't they (and by extension most of Europe) generally smell bad enough as is?
Dare to fart? You gotta be shitting me!
Hell, you gotta learn to crawl before you walk.....
The French should dare to bathe first, then we'll go from there.
Seriously, the idea of all this built up flatulence as a reason for their being so incredibly uptight makes alot of sense. Perhaps removing whatever pole blocks it's escape will help them to loosen up.
This admonition should apply to Mormons and Republicans as well.
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