French Archive for the 'Slimy french' Category

French brains

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

A cannibal went into the butcher shop to buy some brains for dinner.
She saw that American and British brains were $4.95 per lb and French brains were $450.00 per lb.
She gasped and asked the butcher if the price of the French brains were a misprint.
“No ma’m”, answered the butcher. “That is the correct price”.
“Well, why [...]

The brave French fighter pilot

Sunday, July 29th, 2007

I actually heard this one from my wife, because she is a Frenchhater too you know …
Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine.
It’s a beautiful day and love is in the air.
Marie leans over to Pierre and says, “Pierre, kiss me!”.
Pierre [...]

French and American generals

Thursday, July 26th, 2007

A French and American general were surveying a battlefield.
A bullet strikes the American general, grazing his arm.
He shouts: “Aide! Bring me my red jacket!”.
The French general asks: “Why did you do that?”.
The American general responds: “So my men don’t see that I’m bleeding, and lose hope.”
A second bullet narrowly misses the French general’s [...]

George Bush, Tony Blair and Jacques Chirac

Friday, July 20th, 2007

George W. Bush, Tony Blair and Jacques Chirac were relaxing in a Parisian sauna.
Suddenly, there was a distinct beeping sound.
President Bush pressed his forearm with his thumb and the beeping stopped.
The others looked curiously at him.
“Oh, that was just my pager”, said George. “I have a microchip embedded under the skin of my forearm.”
Two [...]

An American and a Frenchman

Thursday, July 12th, 2007

An American is having breakfast one morning (coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam) when a Frenchman, chewing gum, sits down next to him. The American ignores the Frenchman who, nevertheless, starts a conversation.
Frenchman: “You American folk eat the whole bread??”
American (in a bad mood): “Of course.”
French: (after blowing a huge bubble) “We don’t. In [...]

The Train Ride

Thursday, July 5th, 2007

The only seat available on the train was directly adjacent to a well dressed middle aged French woman and the seat was being used by her dog, not just any dog, a french pudel.
The weary traveler asked “Ma’am, please move your dog. I need that [...]

I especially hate the slimy french cheese-eating surrendering monkey-frogs.
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