we are French Canadians! tabarnake! legends have been told about us, we are the spicy zing in your bland white chick casserole, we say things like 'oui' and bonsoir with a coy smirk our voices gruff. we aint no Texan cat, or Manchester block nah brotha we are those french Canadian dudes. we are different, we have our own mold.
" so your fucking a french Canadian guy?" "dude those french Canadians drunk us under the table" "man we ran into these french Canadian's and dude do they know how to party!`
we`re a bit grimy but in a suit and tie kinda way
kinda of like European male models but unlike them we have a character! an open mind , we can feel deeper because of the intricate language of french that has more words for love then English! if that isn`t intriguing then you are as jaded as a gay Torontoian designer
just of the fact that we were born and raised in this fair Province gives us the zing of interest grown in us that is appreciated and slobbered over in more places then it is not.
we are mysterious men and women, a shimmering glint in our eye.
so my french Canadian kin walk into other countries and stats with your head held high and the spicy zing on your lips
we all wana be prince
w all wana meet an french canadian
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tabarnake l`gros c`est pas mal fou quoi tu dit, shit, des fois la ... tu c`est esti.
moi pi huggette on trip des bananes, la dernier fois que ju fume la bu de Australie tabarwett, j`suis gèle an esti, le ptit criss il fait du sense. on suis pal mal en shape et unique comme un poutine`....ok Huggette let`s go, tu te fait encule ce soir yeeee ha tabranke les Canadian et le hockey
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