Je peux parler français.
Okay. Not really. I just Google translated that. But I did one year of French in high school. Which the only thing I remember from besides hello, goodbye, and baguette is the pledge. No, not the French pledge. The American Pledge of Allegiance. So if you ever find yourself in a situation where someone is holding a gun to your head and saying they will shoot you unless you recite the pledge in French, well, you know who to call.
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