When you're at a party, find a bottle of Pinogriggio, secretly blow a load into it, and watch in enjoyment when all of the drunk guests consume it. You then find one of them after, invite them to the "pants party", and slap them in the face with a nice slab of muzzarel, constantly hiding your identity with a godfather-like suit and mask.
Pull apart the buttocks of your consenting sex partner, and as per the French greeting kiss each inner cheek from left to right whilst dragging your nose across their bumhole. Voila the dirty bonjour.
"Oh la la" exclaimed Angelique, as I bent her over and warmly welcomed her with a dirty bonjour.
In a billingual province such as Quebec, you have to greet people in English and in French when you work in customer service. After a while, it just becomes one word because you're so used to repeating it over and over. As well, it MUST be "bonjour" that is said first, because French (on the whole) are unforgivably uppity. And don't even THINK about just saying "hi!"
Store clerk :“Bonjour, hi!”
Customer A : “Bonjour !”
Customer B : “It’s not safe ton bonjouraille around these parts.”
Customer C : “Oh shit, cops ! Run away you fools !”