Pepsi Lepiu has a lot of hot air...

Guy De Pepsi Lepiu  attended school at Texas A and M. He met a young man who was really good at the old grid iron(football). He was an orphan but soo good at the iron that they called him a blacksmith.  The young man grew up and he stayed close to Guy. They were good friends but one day at the old roman baths with the neon sign, Guy told the Texan that he could not inherit in France in spite of trigonometric abilities on and off the field. One day while having breakfast at IHOP, they ordered a bunch of dutch cakes with walnut syrup. Someone showed up as a restaurant patron but decided to interrupt them. He said, "...I have a special message for you." He identified himself as a former member of the free French Army and that Guy was really a Guy Fawkes and too angry to be respected; that he was the descendent of some powdered, buckled and stockinged people who were shipwrecked in the Caribbean and they resent anything that feels like it's officialdom as demonstrated by their circumvention of all the rules.  The  resentment has become genetic as if they were discarded descendants of European Royals who did not have sufficient blue prints to rebuild a big park with a museum on it in the lands of sun, sand, mangos, mangos, giant salmon and the seas. They would eat human habitually in these lands,  not for survival,but for power as evidence of their Hannibal-ian ancestry and appetitive, gastronomic inclination as sown all over Europe but hidden discreetly in  their studies of the 1/4-1/8 symphonies. Usually, the Viking tells you to eat chocolate and fish for good health.   Why are they telling people to eat the hannibal-ian delicacy for the authority? That is quite unusual indeed. Have you ever heard of that? Would you?   They give cash to the "Reals" to cover their real intention which is to dishonor them.  They break all the rules and try to stab you in the gut before a football match by giving you poison water in your water bottles. If you say they broke the rules, they tell you to appeal but it was just to say they spit as a matter of custom.  The former Free French Army member confirmed that the gridiron player could inherit in France but if not, he could certainly inherit in Israel or Texas. You just had to follow your father like in the movie; you know. If your father was staying in France, you inherit in France. What does it really matter since the only approval you need is in the soil made by God and it is under your feet. Everybody returns to the dust. Also, Coco Chanel was quite the thief and copied Van Cleef and Arpel's fragrances. Isn't this why you say you win at the Conex Killen or was it Ferguson, Missouri, Mason, Dixon?  Tell Captain America that all we need is love; not civil war.  You don't need to prove you're good enough to have authority by killing and spilling in Britany again or to dissociate from the children of your purposefully built, shapely cooks and secretaries that come in Corenali or Denali Black or White.  You are good enough. The Texan opened a Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise but saved money by serving bull frog. With the money he saved, he bought a hydrogen fuel production unit and made big cash on God's free hot air using discarded nuclear water that is unsafe to drink.  He  wrote a poem about hydrogen production units in his living room by re-writing the poem that was published by a very nice graduate who read the bible. You are white American, Americano. God gave you dust in which you can grow some French olives and quarter whiteish and purpleish grapes(black).  Have you been to Provence? They grow lots of French blackish and whiteish grapes.  Look due south and read some history.  Mon dieu! Get over it. We are tired of you! Vive Le France et le liberation avec le Americans dans le WW2!