As the servants in Elysée palace try to piece together the rare priceless antiquities that were smashed against the walls by the resident jilted rottweiler, an exhausted Francois Hollande sat back in a Louis XIII chair and reminisced on the latest folly de Trierweiler.
“C’est un tragédie. Je only wanted un petit peut of nooky. Mais J’ai été caught avec mon pantalon down. Not very French of moi je sais.”
Meanwhile the heavy taxation and ridiculous bureaucracy on the poor grenouilles shall resume as normal.
