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I Changed My Facebook Profile Pic To The French Flag, And Things Are Getting Better Already

As you’ve probably noticed, my Facebook profile picture now has a vague blue, white and red shade over it. Why? Well, it’s just one of the many things I’m doing that is helping heal the world. Like back in June, when I saw that everyone was changing their profile pics to rainbows. I thought it was because summer was starting, and I also like rainbows, so I did it too. Turns out it was for gay marriage. Whoops. It was a happy accident, though. It made me look ultra progressive and accepting.

This time around, I was prepared. I knew the purpose behind this massively popular act, and I noticed that everyone else who did it got like, a shitload of ‘likes.’ No brainer.

What’s that? You’re attending a candle light vigil and you want me to come along? Hmmm. Where is it? St. John’s Lutheran Church? Is that the one by the McDonald’s? It’s not. Hmmm. The thing is, that’s kind of out of my way, and I really wanted to go to McDonald’s. Besides, I already changed my profile pic for France. They know I got their back.

There will be cookies and punch at the vigil, you say? I really wanted more of a meal. How about this: while I’m at McDonald’s, I’ll order extra French fries. I’ll say the ‘French’ part really loud, and see if I can get a chant going. No I won’t, I’m shy. Anyways, remember how silly it was when we were mad at France, and people were trying to call those things Freedom Fries? I think all those French flags on Facebook have buried that hatchet once and for all.

I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. You’re assembling care packages for the injured victims? When? Ooooo, that’s not going to work for me. My favorite um…..show is on at that time. What are the chances. Tell you what, write out the address for my Facebook profile on a piece of paper, make copies, and drop one into every package. Then they can go to my page and see that I have changed my picture to the French Flag. Well, I’m still the main focus of the picture, but the colors kind of distort the image and make me look really cool. I know seeing a stranger overlaid with the American flag would make me happy, sort of, I guess.

Did I hear that correctly? You’re accepting monetary donations? Um, I would, but I don’t uh, have any cash on me. Yeah, no cash. Sorry. What’s that? I can go online and donate with a debit or credit card? Shit. I mean yeah, I’ll totally do that later.

Look, before you toss out any more invites requiring me to go places or do things for France, let me point out again that I changed my Facebook profile picture to the French Flag. No further action needed. See? Holy crap! Ten ‘likes’ already! I never crack double digits. YES!!! Peace on Earth, here we come.

Did you just call me a sheep? Why? Because I blindly follow trends? Do sheep support France? Didn’t think so. BAAA. Excuse me, I coughed. BAAAAAA. BAAAAAAAAAA. Sorry, there’s something tickling my throat.


  1. November 19, 2015 at 7:17 pm

    Haha! Saucy.
    Freedom fries. #neverforget

  2. November 20, 2015 at 8:48 am

    I ordered fries yesterday and totally forgot the French part! #insensitivejerk

    • November 20, 2015 at 10:19 am

      I ordered Curly fries because the Three Stooges have done more for me than any French person ever has.

      • November 20, 2015 at 6:04 pm

        Oh, a wise guy, huh?

    • November 20, 2015 at 11:35 am

      No chance of that in Canada; Quebec won’t shut up about the French part

      And you’ve seen what they can do to fries (which are Belgian, btw, so shut up France)

      • November 20, 2015 at 6:03 pm

        Rootin’ tootin’ poutine!
        That has nothing to do with anything, I just like saying it.

      • November 20, 2015 at 6:12 pm

        That too will pass…but usually not without a lot of pushing

    • November 20, 2015 at 4:20 pm

      I’m surprised you would even ‘fess up to that, Ned. Brave man.

      • November 20, 2015 at 6:02 pm

        I want to be a bigger man. Which is why I was eating at McDonalds in the first place.

  3. November 20, 2015 at 9:27 am

    I changed my profile picture to the flag and three sheep wanted to friend me…

    • November 20, 2015 at 4:23 pm

      I just hope I didn’t offend any sheep by comparing them to people who changed their picture to the flag….

  4. November 20, 2015 at 9:28 am

    I changed my profile picture to the French flag and three sheep tried to friend me…

  5. November 20, 2015 at 11:34 am

    Speaking of Paris, why has everyone forgotten the horrors of Troy?

    Not the Asian city, the movie. (still have nightmares)

    • November 20, 2015 at 4:28 pm

      I think it’s best to just leave Troy in the past. (Or start a Facebook campaign for it)

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