Jacques Joseph Akana II

So, I am an American National with nothing better to do but dream up these gnarly webpages for the world to see. I love it. I have the poorest French skills ever. I could not be French even if I am Vietnamese American. Perhaps I need to meet a French National who likes my ideas, or at least to be inspired by a masochist, or copy me to be one with good ideas. La Societie? An intellectual? Well what ever. With all these toad legs around here lurking au Etats Unis, cetre le frommage. With their berets, epaulet, scarves, and accessories. You know I am into it though. Sadist need not apply within. Not so exquisite is the whet of mon orchid blanc. Cest mon corpse cordon au les cheveaux negro. Non sense is, and can you tell those jetsetters and immigrants this is real?