French people who use English words

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The Quebecer makes fun of the French who "  go shopping with their gang of friends  " because he "  shops with his gang ." He openly laughs at these "  stop " signs because he has " stop "  signs  . He's not going to see "  The Dark Knight  " at the cinema, he's going to see "  Le Chevalier Noir ." Okay, it's still rotten, but still.

Generally speaking, Quebecers make fun of. Then they go back and say they find people hot or that something is cute. Generally speaking, Quebecers and French people end up agreeing, especially when they visit the same Skyblog. Common enemies bring people together.

Culture
Quebec culture aims to be noble, grand, and radiant to repel these impious Anglophones. Unfortunately for it, it is best known for Garou and Lara Fabian, two of the main reasons why, in Paris, people are seriously starting to phone number library think that they will have to rebuild the Atlantic Wall to avoid further landings of this kind.

We recognize the Quebec artist not by his accent but by his ability to mime all the worst faults of French artists, namely using the term "generous" in all situations except the right one, to try to push as hard as possible to sing, what some call "  the Jericho syndrome  " (or "  poop syndrome ", depending on your point of view), but we must still recognize his great qualities: thus, he often has funny names, like my new idol, Jean Rabouin, whose surname alone makes the crowds dream.

Quebec is nevertheless the cradle of filmmakers, painters, sculptors, poets and many others, but by dint of swearing using words based on sacraments, God has apparently punished the Belle Province by imposing a terrible curse on them: only their singers would be exported. When you talk about this to a Quebecer, they generally reply that they "  don't give a damn  " but as soon as the door of their cabin closes, you can hear heavy sobs: they are ashamed. They know what they are inflicting on the world. When the Quebecer is really too ashamed, he knows that it is time for him to abandon all healthy life and reflection: he then retires to a hockey team, a sort of ice arena, where he will painfully live out his last days as a gladiator until, following yet another fight, he goes into limbo (since he is not baptized because of the freezing Saint Lawrence, raaah, good heavens, you don't follow anything!).