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Easter morning in Vichy
We woke up this morning and Renata made us French French French French French French Toast. Then we ate cookies and chocolate-covered marshmallows, and watched Télé-Foot. We have come to the decision that we will reform the rules of soccer by requiring all footballers to remove their shirts after every goal. We feel that this would make a great difference to the sport and increase ratings in the ever-valuable Female and Gay Male demographics.
Then we watched a crappy talk show where the subject was Who is the most seductive European? They brought on male guests from Norway, Italy, Portugal, Germany, Ireland, and France to try to seduce the audience. I was rooting for poor Conrad, who had to fight against his crippling Germanicity, and we were all horrified and embarassed by the anglophony of the tadpole-headed Sean, who thought that it would be cool to say "get down and dirty on the dance floor" in a declaration of love. We were all frightened that the nasty chauvinistic Benjamin would win, just because he was French, but thankfully Italy triumphed in the end.
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