Jon Hamm, eat your heart out.
He’s riding a fucking Sportster. It’s a bitch’s bike.
That’s the point, Mr. Obvious.
It’s actually a 1977-1979 XLCR, they’re pretty sweet, IMHO.
And it happens to be a pretty rare and collectable bike. Def not a bitch bike.
A French guy with a baguette. Come on.
At least he’s not wearing a beret and driving a moped, with a cigarette dangling out his mouth.
“If I drive fast enough, I can break through to the next picture and give this bread to Teri Hatcher who is clearly starving to death.”
“Damnit, where’s Steven? I’ve been looking forward to this motorcycle picnic for a month.”
A REAL Frenchman would have the baguette under his armpit, to keep it warm and moist and french smelling
I hope everyone is impressed with my Speed Racer helmet.
Dammit too late. But not too late to point out the matching gloves.
Who? Oh never mind…I don’t wanna know.
Or you know, take the fucking car.
Under that helmet: a beret! Has to be!
Nothing says badass like a baguette.
“Of courze, you can hev my baguette…just az zoon az you pry it from my cold, daid handz.”
Things just aren’t the same since Halle had the kid.
Sometimes, stereotypes are true…like a Frenchman on a scooter with a baguette..
Zay say I em stupide fur baking ze vel-crow eento ze baguette. Zay say “Olivier, zis is not ‘ow we make ze baguette”. I show zem all. I show zem ‘ow a maan delivers ze baguette.
When Captain Frenchy holds his mighty bread…
This is how I roll.
Frenchy with a baguette is every bit as racist as a black guy eating watermelon…. am I right?
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