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andrew@benicetobears.com
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is it dressing or is it a language? this is the enigma that is the word french. ok, it can be either.
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kristin@newdream.net
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Doesn't apply to fries or toast.
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980819
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dallas
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The cool kind of kissing.
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980919
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Caine
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I've wasted too much time because of your slurred, legato-mouthed dismissal of the last letter. Enunciate, you bastards!
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emma
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uh, i like it.
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981006
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drew
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makes socio-political statements sound cool... (i.e. stereolab)
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981006
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k
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the food talk just made me hungry. brie is french. i like brie. i'm going to have some, i think. yeah.
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981123
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kat
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le francais est la plus belle langue du monde, bien sur.
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meighquer
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aiment les choses que nous autres ont declare sont sans valeur. Les Francaises ont une langue inutile- pas de poetes utilise la, pas de nouvelles idees. vanne.
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aaron
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Je tame tres beaucoup
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bob fish
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I love the kissing. I don't mind the people. I hate the language
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Nathan
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Frog's Legs. Long, silly Bread sticks and Frog's legs. I wouldn't mind going to France though, just to see how rude those Frenchies really are.
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000109
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jennifer
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not rude.... just a little dirty and they sit in cafes (sp) on the street and eat sandwiches all day
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000109
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tuiviq
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Une langue qui après tant d'années d'assimilation tient son fort; Embrassons la force d'être multilingue... Vous! Français, Québecois, Acadiens, Cajuns - ne laissez pas la mode effacer votre vocabulaire - préserver la!
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acuhymen
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some say its beautiful. german though, spoken by a french woman, in an oscar myre baby-t, with a cream soda in each hand may well be the most erotic thing i can think of
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000226
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Leann
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Le Langage de amour?
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000321
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MollyGoLightly
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Italian is much better.
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000321
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Brad
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Portuguese is better still.
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MollyGoLightly
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oh, and that's La Langue D'amour i believe. Three cheers for my high school French instructor....
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000402
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For sure!
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je suis laid! know what that means? i think it means, "I am ugly." She's not ugly though, quite the opposite.
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guitar_freak
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Il est tres sympa Il est tres mignon Il est tres intelligent Il est tres gentile Il est tres unique Je t'aime!! Je danser avec toi
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001110
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Barrett
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"Frahnch fries, Frahnch dressing, and to drink, Peru" "Sorry 'bout your mom's face Ricky."
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001110
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lord imperial magistrate and master of grammer and
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ich bin ein berlinner!
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001110
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fran
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Je ne comprend pas. Bof.
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Jean Michelle
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Je suis un homme. Tu es une fille. C'est fantastique. Je ne comprends pas. Ca suffit.
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nocturnal
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I hate the french. it's nothin personal really, it's just that they hate us, so I hate them right back. however, I must say I enjoy the toast and the kissing.
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010403
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Jean Michelle
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::clutching at left breast:: Aaaaah! Mine heart! It is naked! Degoutant! Merde!
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nocturnal
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oh johnny, what are you going on about now?
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bill and ted
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it's a salad dressing dude
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ilovepatsajak
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cool as fcuk
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anti-social butterfly
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Le deserteur (Boris Vian) Monsieur le Président Je vous fais une lettre Que vous lirez peut-être Si vous avez le temps Je viens de recevoir Mes papiers militaires Pour partir à la guerre Avant mercredi soir Monsieur le Président Je ne veux pas la faire Je ne suis pas sur terre Pour tuer des pauvres gens C'est pas pour vous fâcher Il faut que je vous dise Ma décision est prise Je m'en vais déserter Depuis que je suis né J'ai vu mourir mon père J'ai vu partir mes frères Et pleurer mes enfants Ma mère a tant souffert Elle est dedans sa tombe Et se moque des bombes Et se moque des vers Quand j'étais prisonnier On m'a volé ma femme On m'a volé mon âme Et tout mon cher passé Demain de bon matin Je fermerai ma porte Au nez des années mortes J'irai sur les chemins Je mendierai ma vie Sur les routes de France De Bretagne en Provence Et je crierai aux gens: Refusez d'obéir Refusez de la faire N'allez pas à la guerre Refusez de partir S'il faut donner son sang Allez donner le vôtre Vous êtes bon apôtre Monsieur le Président Si vous me poursuivez Prévenez vos gendarmes Que je n'aurai pas d'armes Et qu'ils pourront tirer i hope you people who speak french understood that, but just in case i will put up the english translation (which is of course not as good as in the original language, but oh well).
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anti-social butterfly
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In full awareness, Dear President, I am writing you this letter, which I hope you will read. The draft card here plainly tells me that I have to go make war this coming Monday. However, I am not here, Dear President, to kill people more or less like me. I am not annoyed with you, by the way, but I feel I have decided and I will desert. I only had trouble since I was born and the children I brought up have cried with me. My mom and my dad are buried now and about the war they won't give a damn. When I was a prisoner someone stole my wife and my past, my best age. Tomorrow I am going to get up I am going to close the door on the dead season and set off. I'll live on charity on the streets of Spain, of France and Britain and I'll call on everyone not to leave anymore and not to obey just to end up dead for no matter who. Therefore if you need blood at all costs, go give yours, if this amuses you. And, please, tell your men, if they come for me, that they can shoot at me, weapons ... I don't have. there. you have it in english. this is a french song and i don't know when it was written, but if you know how to speak french then you should read it in french because translations always lose something. =)
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ClairE
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My ex spoke French. I was happy today and he just shot me down. He never spoke French to me. It was Tunisian, anyway.
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ilovepatsajak
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ne quits pas moi. is that right?
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011128
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you
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j'adore l'fromage
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020224
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dis
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Mmm... my mouth, his mouth; the gaping, tremendous, maw-lock kisses that so repulse the casual onlooker and so arouse the prurient interest; I explore within his mouth; flickering, resting (like a trick with a lion in a circus,) I try to stroke his teeth, and paint the insides of his cheeks, and tickle the tip of his own tiny tongue -- which I'd suck if I could, and oh how I would, if I didn't think that it would hurt him...
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020224
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unhinged
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tunisian french mmmmm
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020224
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email you
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i know french. :0)
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020227
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kill rhythm
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je parle francais, pas beaucoup. c'est pas droite, je suis sûr. mais, j'ai essayé. i am in my 3rd year of french. i wish i could speak it fluently. that would be awesome. then i could yell at him and he wouldnt know what i said. je l'aime pour toujours
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cheer-up-emo-kid
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Im in french 2... my teacher is a nazi...it sucks...
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020524
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listo
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The french don't hate you. They simply aren't paying enough attention to you. For most americans, I am sensing, this is a far greater tragedy.
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phil?
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Voulez vous rentrer dans mon patalon juste apres le petit dejeune?
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imposter
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Is the sexiest language on Earth. Dear God, just seieng her type it sends me into frenzies. I can't imagine hearing her speak it. That, and I forgot how good her legs have always looked, especially in those cute skirts. Ah . . . :)
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imposter
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But she really does have the best legs -- of anyone. My favourite.
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crimson
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It's a shame that you can't see her I dream her up like Paris
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Closet Ballerina
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aaaaaaaaaaah quebecois. je parle francais, mais pas bon.. parce que quebecois est une accent tres fucked up. j'ecoute, je comprende pas. je lire, pas de problem. now, everyone should listen to mediatribes by loco locass. good ole montreal 'ip 'op
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Death of a Rose
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je' adore
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dudeinanigloo
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J’aime beaucoup la langue de français. Il est un langue très romantique, et si vous avez d’intelligence, vous allez agréer. J’adore mon capacité de parler en français, parce que des filles l’adorent aussi. Beaucoup des personnes qui parlent sur le “blather” pensent que le français est une langue stupide. Alors, ils sont stupide en pensant ça! On doit étudier cette langue pour comprendre sa beauté. Quand on apprend à parler bien cette langue, on réalise qu’il n’est pas stupide. On peut étudier et aimer autres langues, par exemple Espagnol, Allemande, Italien, Hollandais, etc. Ce sont tous de bonnes langues, mais je crois que le français est la langue la plus belle! Ça c’est mon avis.
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dudeinanigloo
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oh and that's "j'adore" Death of a Rose, not "je'adore."
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Fierce
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Your mother is a hamster And your father smelt of elderberries
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somearrogantfrenchbastard
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English speakers should learn to master the French language for exactly the same reasons French speakers learn Latin and Greek : to understand WHY their words are spelled in such a non-logical way and why grammar makes no sense. Read http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_English_Language and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_English_words_of_French_origin
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sometranslator
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An improved translation of Boris Vian's "Le déserteur" Mister President I send you this letter that maybe you will read later If you have the time I have just received My military papers I must leave for war Before Wednesday night Mister President I do not want to go I am not on this earth To kill poor people I do not mean to anger you But I must tell you That my decision is taken I am going to be a deserter Since I was born I have seen my father die I have seen my brothers go And my children cry My mother suffered so much She is now in her tomb And she laughs at the bombs And she laughs at the worms When I was a prisoner I was stolen my wife I was stolen my soul And all of my dear past Tomorrow, early in the morning I will close my door in the face of dead years I will roam the streets I will beg my life On the roads of France Of Britanny in Provence And I will screem to people : Refuse to obey Refuse to go Do not go to war Refuse to leave If blood must be given Go and give yours You are a good apostle Mister President If you hunt me down You can inform your gendarmes That I will not be armed And that they will be free to shoot
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dudeinanigloo
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*sobs...* Very moving.
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emmi
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i've had it with french men. they are polygamous by nature.
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tomber_seul
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j'adore le français, mais je ne le parler pas très bien.
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poulpos
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First of all : excuse my english, I'm french... This poem was written for a song by Boris Vian in 1954, at the beginning of the french war in algeria (is the right name in english ?) I'll try to make a better traduction, with my "french feeling" of the next, but i'll definitively miss the "english feeling of translation"... The deserter Mister President, I am writing you a letter That you might read if you have time. I've just received my military draft to go on war before wednesday evening. Mister President I do not wish to do it I am not on earth to kill some poor people. I do not intend to annoy you but I have to tell you that I have decided and I will desert. Since I was born I saw my father die away I saw my brothers fade away and saw my children cry My mother had so much suffered she is now burried and does not care about bombs and does not care about worms/rhymes (same word in french : "vers" it could be used in both of senses) When I was a prisonner I have been stolen my wife I have been stolen my soul and all my beloved past. Tomorrow, at an early hour I will lock my door to the dead years (could be the dead years of his past as those of this military future) and will set off on roads. I'll live on charity on the roads of France from Bretagne to Provence (both 2 countries of france, Bretagne is on the west (the "nose" of france) and Provence is the South-East) and I will tell people : Refuse to obey Refuse to do it Do not go to war Refuse to go away I blood shall be given then go give yours you are a good apostle (meaning he's convincing, but should participate as people he's sending to war) mister President. If you plan on pursuing me just tell your officers that I will not have weapons and that they can shoot at me. Well this is something that seems to keep a better way its original french meaning, but I don't know if I could give him such sense and power in english. I just hope it's keeping its sense like this. But as I read my own poor translation, I feel the sense is there, but the poetry is gone, there is just a beautifull story about a deserter left.
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trust_tree
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the french are a unique and beautiful people. learn to embrace them, and if you find that difficult because the media warps your mind..then go to france, and you'll understand for yourself.
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trust_tree
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the french are a unique and beautiful people. learn to embrace them, and if you find that difficult because the media warps your mind..then go to france, and you'll understand for yourself.
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051203
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what's it to you?
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blather
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