That Time I Was Nearly Raped by a Frenchman during my sojourn to Paris
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Dude, that fucking thing was huge. Like, WTF?
So there I was[edit | edit source]
Marching across the Seine, doing my Uber Alles thing with the Fascist shit and the Maginot Line, right? Like, Master Race badass shit.
and this fucking Frenchie[edit | edit source]
bursts out of the fucking Eifel Tower, musk all over the place, and instead of going for the hairy woman, he makes a Baguetteline straight for me. Like WTF?
so I pulled out my[edit | edit source]
racist ideology and cut the shit out of his Jewish population, and he tries to collaborate with me! WTF?
I barely got away with a major defeat, and eternal shame attached to my people and a severely Blitzkrieged Berlin.
No, seriously.[edit | edit source]
He nearly fucking raped me.