bazoink.

remember when we got lost driving to wakefield and we ended up in gatineau or some other frenchy-french area? it felt like we'd entered a whole other universe inhabited by very tan people who used a lot of hairspray, smoked a lot of cigarettes and ate patates frites. we peered out from inside the beetle, making a list of all things we determined to be french. we knew they had a vastly different sense of humour (slapstick, sound effects saying 'BAZOINK' and lots of clowns) but we saw no evidence of this from the road.
there is a quebecker in my class.she's hilarious and i heart her. she stomps her feet when she laughs and uses her hands a lot when she talks. we must add those to the frenchy list.

tabernac.
buzzzzz.