Thanks to the wondrous Brandon economy, I can only afford to celebrate at the famous French restaurant Jacques In The Box. Maybe next year I can upgrade to Bergere King.
I wouldn’t be surprised to see French-born spokes-liar KJP at the take out window reading from her notebook, “I am not allowed to say whether you can have fries with that.”
… and his staff will do their best to edit every alternate line of this quote, beginning with the first:
It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light,
it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us,
we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven,
we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Chop off a few heads.
I will baste some tile.
I will taste some bile.
Gear up my eBay site for white flag sales
Ignore it, just like every other thing French…
AKA: White Flag Day
Run around outside, going “Oui, oui”…
..do we have to do that all the way home?
With:
Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow and they rode by
Prepare to taunt the Stupid English Pigdogs again.
We throw French Fries into Boston Harbor.
Hey, today is National french fry day!
So now Bostonians have something to do with leftovers tomorrow.
Win Win
We pronounce Trudeau through our noses in the original French:
déchets
No…actually it’s Truo de cul…
We skip the Statue of Liberty’s weekly armpit shave.
Celebrate by doing the french mistake.
Voila!
I think Colin Furze has it figured out:
http://www.colinfurze.com/fartfrance.html
We’ll have champagne with our frog legs.
As long as we pronounce it like bologna I’m in.
I’m going to eat cake.
And I ain’t asking anybody’s permission.
Put on your Moulin Rouge and celebrate in the Revolutionaries Cabaret.
First, we have: Frawnch fries.
And: Frawnch dressing.
And: Frawnch bread.
And to drink: Ta-da! Peru.
Thanks to the wondrous Brandon economy, I can only afford to celebrate at the famous French restaurant Jacques In The Box. Maybe next year I can upgrade to Bergere King.
I wouldn’t be surprised to see French-born spokes-liar KJP at the take out window reading from her notebook, “I am not allowed to say whether you can have fries with that.”
Joe Biden will sit in his cell and quietly continue to work on shoes.
— A Tale of Two Countries
… and his staff will do their best to edit every alternate line of this quote, beginning with the first:
It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of light,
it was the season of darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us,
we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to heaven,
we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Joe and Hunter are going to host a special pancake breakfast. They call it, “Creeps and crêpes.”
Well personally..I say we give another 1.4 billion to Ukraine to celebrate that there bastards steal day…just make sure to save 10% for the big guy..
I will celebrate by having a big plate of snails washed down with cheap red wine.
I love them. Wherever escargo go I go..
with an expensive R.O. Sparkling Water.