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This morning, I opened a fresh box of milk and when I tried to pour some in a cup, the milk proceeded to sputter all over everywhere other than the cup. I handed the milk box to The Frenchman and said, "Honey, there's something wrong with the box. It's broken."

He took the box and looked at it for a moment before he replied, "It's not broken. It's French."