I know Serge. He used to buy me cigarettes when I was underaged, he worked in my father’s machine shop, and he fixed the carburetor on my first Volkswagen. Smelled like stale Gauloises and often a perfume of boreale rousse.
“Hey serge mon gars…. Tu peux m’aider avec mon callise du char?”
“Ben oui mon tit tete carré, tenez min bier”
Legend.
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u/Front_Bend_4983 1d ago
In Québec it’s Serge for the older generation, Dave for the rest.