Olympics Protesters Are Planning to Poop in Paris’ Seine River
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#Olympics #Paris #Protest
the cholera is gonna be wilding
once again, it really is just the french who truly know how to protest
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let's see if protesting works out once Trump wins and Russian troops are at their borders.
Wondering:
- Do they get in the water and shit while submerged?
- Do they hang over the edge and let it plunk in?
- or do they evacuate their bowels elsewhere, then carry it to the river?
Asking for a friend
All of the above 😮
Jokes on them. People have already been pooping in that river for centuries.
Let's be real, city rivers are already filled to the brim with poop.
this river gonna soon be the next Ganges river 💀
Lmao
I’m noticing a trend with the French and poop related protests 🤔
The writer’s barely disguised fetish
Bruh they really bout to drop some baguettes in the river if you knwo what i mean
"If you see this river, don't swim 🎅🏻🎅🏻🎅🏻🥕🐡"
Finally, a person of culture.
LOL, this may be the Frenchest thing I've ever heard.
The city already smells like shit, and they'd likely have to spend billions to fix their run-off/permeability problem.
“ Here is your chocolate croissant, madam ( French accent).”
“Why does the chocolate smell like poop?”
“ Because it’s French”
He took away 2 years of our retirement.
We took a shit in the water he wanted to swim in.
i spent part of my honeymoon in paris circa 1980 and i'm sat down on the seine and my wife pointed out the copious amount of turds floating past us...she actually took the time to count them for 2 minutes and it was circa 239. we mentioned this finding to the waiter in a cafe and he refused to serve us. so, i said "where do all these french turds come from?"...he called the police...
I frikin hate politics. You guys wanna ruin the cleaning of this canal cause your feelings are hurt?
of course it would be the French games where people protest... in the weirdest way possible
So, the stories about europeans having no sense of hygiene are true? Wtaf?
Leftist 😂
How ironic! I don’t give a 💩 about the Olympics.
So let’s talk about the debate. I’m dying to hear your thoughts. I’m stunned at Biden’s performance, both last night and the contrasting performance this morning. It upsets me that we didn’t get the clear and passionate Joe biden that we all heard at the rally this morning.
Don’t worry, this is normal in France
People make so much sense & all the comments are just truly brilliant 👏
ah yes the french
They are literally shitting on paris wth
Sounds like a shitty situation.
Everybody knows you don't swim in Paris waterways.
Huh
That's the distraction?
When is this protest happening
Rumors are the protestors may or may not resemble their own shit
It has been confirmed that they smell like it
What
Pooping is a sport
I mean, fuck the Onlympics but that is stupid.
Dont they have a nautitorium they can use instead if the water cant pass tests?
Seems pretty normal for the french and who was in paris again?
Damn, can’t have shit in La Croix
Wow. French Flint Michigan?
Frenchy poopy water yummy
Typical French.. SMH
Yikes
too funny
What a evil thing to suggest, how can anyone be that stupid? Do they know how lucky there are.
It takes a LOT to pollute flowing river water. Something human waste could never achieve. This rhetoric reminds me of how industrialists blamed the Great Stink of London on the commoners even though it was tanning and other commercial wastes that clogged the river up.
When I was growing up in Sudan, I saw how the Nile was always used to wash and bathe in by people, and yet it’s always clear enough for even the snootiest of tourists to swim in. This has changed recently however and it is no longer safe to use the river.
Why? Because once upon a time no one was allowed to build industrial facilities near the river AKA the biggest sources of pollution by orders of magnitudes. Regulation lapsed due to instability/corruption and now the river is starting to resemble most other bodies of water exposed to industrial use
Pollution I suspect which kills the water purification treatment most cities put in their bodies of water to prevent this exact problem.
They will all take a dump at exact time for it to be present when olympics will happen. Read
I feel like either the participants or the Olympic committee should have a problem with this and I feel like what country, and the predominant demographics of that country plays a large factor in why this is even being allowed!!!!! Like, eeewww!🤢
Dude you look sick. I think all that pro war propaganda is getting to you.
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Tbh is that any worse than the byproducts released by companies? If anything the land will get fertilized😂😂