french bulldog

pitbull: ppppppp... doberman: woof-woof-woof! French bulldog: je me déteste et je veux mourir.

A fresh French roll - crunch, an enemy's skull - crunch, a snowball under your feet - crunch, but your knee joint - don't crunch. Can I have another traumatologist?

after the death of this man there remained: 2 French jackets, a pair of boots, a tobacco pouch, a pipe, 5 rubles of money and a great power.

It was this pianist who gave a concert in 1994 in an unknown French village, to which absolutely no one came, because no one knew him.