Oh la la! Someone's got a hankering for France. Do you fancy yourself as the new Napoleon or simply on the hunt for some knockout croissants? So, what's the dealio? Is it red-hot like a juicy boeuf bourguignon or stale like a week-old baguette?
Hold on to your wigs, 'cause France is bringing the heat! They've got a sizzle in their step and their plans are hotter than a two-dollar pistol.
The French coolness level seems to have gone from "s'il vous plaît" to "quoi?"
Hold on to your wigs, 'cause France is bringing the heat! They've got a sizzle in their step and their plans are hotter than a two-dollar pistol. The French coolness level seems to have gone from "s'il vous plaît" to "quoi?" Don't be misled by France; it's like that last slice of pizza at a gathering that goes unnoticed, but becomes the life of the party eventually. Oh, don't shoot the messenger, but when it comes to France, I'm as lost as a man in a corn maze wearing a blindfold.