prince of France; call me Oedipus…
The reason I am even talking about this spoiled little bastard - named Jean, which isn’t pronounced how you think it is, because he’s French - is because his dad, the president of France, just appointed him head of France’s premium business district. He’s 23 years old. This is funny – from this story:
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France has been riveted for days by the sudden ascent of the President’s second son, who is repeating his second year of undergraduate law studies.
Whatever, haters; undergraduate law studies is really hard. Especially the second year – it’s not like it’s the first year or something. Anyways, who gives a crap. He’ll probably have the smartest finance guy his father’s goverment can buy telling him how to look smart. He’ll be just fine. Now let’s get to the part we’re all excited about.
This 23-year-old mother-F’er’s stepmom is Carla Bruni (did anyone else hear that Boy-yoy-yong sound effect). I can only imagine.
- Carla, I’d like you to meet my son.
- It’s very nice to meet you, your father has told me so mu… what are you doing?
- Son, what do you think you are doing. Stop that. Zip those pants back up this instant mister.
- Nicolas, do something…
- God damn it Jean, put that away, that’s not what good little boys do.
- Ew, gross, it got on my shoe.
The whole situation makes me feel so wrong inside, but so right also. But that’s because Americans are all raised to be sexually repressed morons. This guy’s probably nailed more hot French tail than you can imagine. Hell, there’s a chance he already had sex with this chick during one of those wild French orgy that happen all the time over there; they do, don’t they? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
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