la fureur de vivre...

Last night I encountered my first ever American-bashing experience. Walking by a group of obnoxious French teens (a redundant phrase by the way), I hear them mutter in really broken English - "Bush" and "fuck you" and "fucking Bush" and then "fucking American" and finally a nice hateful rendition of "Bush."

If I had the balls, I would have turned to their American-clothed, Justin Timberlake-worshiping asses and exclaimed "French," "fucking stinky," and "Jerry Lewis," and finish with "deodorant, try it."