Antoine Delacroix, all-star defenseman for France’s ice hockey squad, vented his team’s poor showing – including a resounding 11-1 loss to Jamaica – on Canadians.
“Never have they mad a decision, these fence-sitting apologetic Franco-English. Can’t even make a decent crepe. Their crepes have the color of a rubber chicken and taste just as horrible.”
Slamming his designer gloves into his locker, he continued. “Culture? Their culture lies in the bottom of a yogurt cup. Ceremony? I spit on their ceremony. The last time I saw an opening that terrible it was at a cut-rate Belgian house of whores.”
Peppered with questions like France’s part-time goalie and full-time Sous Chef Jean “one timer” Des Tombes, Delacroix answered each and every one including “so will you be coming back for a vacation?”
Cool as vichyssoise, Delacroix responded “but of course, I have family here.”
This begs the question – what was he doing in a cut-rate Belgian house of whores?