Attention, attention, this is to all the people in all the countries in all the world! (And yes, this means you too, Finland.) I, Porter Mason, have a basic message of international goodwill I want to get out. And it is:
I think France has a bad rap.
You know? I mean, sometimes I really feel sorry for all the stuff those French dudes have to put up with. They deserve better. No one should have to endure what they have to go through.
They have to listen to terrible rhyming and uncreative beats. And even the best stuff they get is at least ten years behind America rhythmically. Plus the French language itself is just, well, it’s just not conducive to–
Oh, wait, I’m sorry, I just noticed a typo up there. I didn’t mean to say, “France has a bad rap.” I meant to say, “France has bad rap.” Like rap music.
Heh heh. Woops!
I mean, France does not have a bad rap. No, sir. Their “rap,” in that sense of the word, is right on target.
Because they are indeed a disgusting, horrible, awful people. And they produce some disgusting, horrible, awful rap music.
OK, that’s the basic message of international goodwill I really wanna get out there. I’m all done now. (So back to work, Finland!)