Vive le France, they're under attack and it's moon-worshiping towel apes slaying cheese-eating surrender monkeys. Why am I not the least surprised? (and who really cares? I mean, it's France. Did they really expect anything else? It's like using a brush covered in bird poop to clean a urine stain.)
I say we just watch them rub each other out, and enjoy the show with some American brew. Amen!






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