Place of Birth:
Wine or Beer:
Flat beer tastes like wine
Brand of Cigarettes:
Gouda with lots of cheese sweat
Favorite French Film:
Anything with Gerard Depardeau
Favorite American Music:
Why the Franc is Better:
Ever since my French awakening, the idea of spelling the the American
"k" sound with a "c" is intoxicating, so obviously.
Least Favorite Thing About America:
Age of consent
What Stripes Mean to You:
Longitude. I do not believe in "Lattiude"
If Your Moustache Was an Animal
it Would be: A fox. A foxy fox. That eats
The Moment you Turned French:
I drank enough wine to actually put me in touch with God. And, boy,
is he French.
What Makes Him French:
All my power comes from the knowledge that one day I will frolic
in the fields of Valhalla with my French comrades of decades past,
and a bunch of dead vikings who are wondering where all these damn
French people came from.