So, I was being a literature major the other night, doing literature major-y things like looking up poems online, and adding the suffix "-y" to words to make them suit my needs. I felt in need of a little Walt Whitman, and there, on the page, the French internet decided that along with my classy poetry, what I really needed was some big, French ass:
|Really, France? Really?|
What is the ideal booty? I don't know France. I'm gonna read sonnets for a while, so you tell me.
|Mexican cat is confused. It's probably culture clash.|