Professor just referred to the French as "Cheese Eating Surrender Monkeys." TFM.

I was 16 and in Paris on the subway. I was sitting on the left aide and a group of 4 French girls were a little down the aisle on the other side. There she was, the girl of my dreams. She had long, sleek, dark hair, perfect skin complexion, dark, deep, brown eyes that I could see her soul in. She was wearing a black peacoat with jeans and black flats. She was laughing and talking, I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but god dammit she was fucking beautiful. She got up to leave, of course I didn’t know a single fucking word in her first language, so I had to think quick. As she passed by I looked at her, smiled and said, “bonjour”. She looked at me, smiled, then looked at her friends as to say, “What the fuck do I say this absolutely sexy American that I would love for him to suck the fart out of my French asshole?”. She then looked at me one last time and said, “bonjour”, as she winked at me. Moral of the story; there really isn’t one but god damn if I ever found her again I’d definitely ask for the honor of drinking her bath water.