French marriage
Among the many French habits we can observe a strange, useless and even bad-for-the-world act : marriage.
I heard that the French president Sarkozy got himself a new bitch got married to a wonderful model/amateur singer/french porn actress. Well I wish him only the best. By the best I don’t really mean her. But hey, he’s french, he’s short, he drinks when meeting other world leaders (to proove that the French cannot get drunk (but we all know how that went)) he wears jeans because he drinks a lot of Pepsi-Blue and Blue Paint, and he’s not really a great fuck frenchman because let’s face it … he was competing with a woman for presidency.
Anyway, back to the habits. Ah, that’s it.
Marriage should be something sacred … at least a little … and still the French president managed to get married 3-4-??? times, to proove how French he is and to proove how the French are (because he does represent all of the frenchhood).
And just like any Frenchman that wants to be more French, he married the very deflowered, skanky, porno-slutty-french-kinda-italian-like woman.
As far as I know, she’s been fucked boned by Mick Jagger, Donald Trump (I don’t even want to imagine that), Eric Clapton and the former french prime minister (whatever his name was) …
If I was the mighty short liquor-addicted smokin’ president (aka The Shit) of France, I would have chosen something younger, less used (come on, Trump ???) and hotter.
And remember, being now married to a Frenchman, Carla Bruni is not allowed to shave her genitals, because even if she is mostly Italian, she does have to obey French tradition. And I bet Sarkozy would like a Bush there to feel more powerful.
So my fellow frenchhating readers, French marriage is another French habit.