Thursday, June 3, 2004 |
17:22 - L'expatrié
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Follow-on to the French co-worker thing:
Today was the all-hands meeting where he introduced himself to the company. We all are supposed to sing at our introductions; he demurred and opted for an original poem instead, which read, in part:
Why, what's that stench? Can it be one of those French?
Yes, yes, I was born in France; But please, give me a chance.
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The following things French can never be: Fries, toast, and Mr. John Kerry.
Snicker. Hey, welcome aboard.
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