A short piece about a French man named Pierre.
|I once met a French man in Australia.
He had to have been the worst French person to have ever existed.
Out of all the damn French names he could have, he had to be named Pierre.
He was cocky and had an elitist personality.
His accent was terrible, he would sleep too much and he hated everything.
He hated American and Australian sports.
He hated beer
and bright sunny days.
He acted bored and unimpressed with every subject that was spit his way.
He would converse in an unamused and belittling manner.
I don't know why the hell he was in Australia
I imagine the French probably dislike him as much as I do.