Might be, I have never heard about that though (but then I've only been in the US for 2 weeks :-( ). Next time I'll go there I'll make sure to try that line.
What about "I'm a french living in Amsterdam. I used to live in Paris, but that city definately hampered my creativity" ?
Do you dutch guys also have the craptacular (yet somehow ultra sexy) accent when you speak english? Because I'm pretty sure none can possibly have a crappier accent than a drunk frenchman talking about something nobody cares about.
You so Yankeefied I bet you eat grits with a spoon!
Should've said: "You so Yankeefied i bet you actually eat oatmeal!
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In American politics, similar to British politics, we have a choice between being shot in our left testicle or the right testicle. Both parties advocate pissing on the little guys, only in different ways and to a different little guy.
It's called "cream of wheat"
but it still has a black guy on the box.
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Reinvent the British and you get a global finance center, edible food and better service. Reinvent the French and you may just get more Germans.
Ik hou van ferme grieten en dikke pintenOriginally Posted by Evil_Maniac From Mars
Down with dried flowers!
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See! Ya done missed th' point rat thair!
Uh Southerner can eat oat meal any way he chooses.
But Grits is a culinary art!
Only two thangs goes on Grits…that’s butter or Red Eye Gravy. An’ they ought to be thick enough to eat with uh fork!
If they aint then them is Yankee grits! Or worse yet Corn Meal Mush!
Ya can’t be uh adding’ no sugar an’ such to um neither!
Eatin’ Grits wiff uh spoon is tellin’….![]()
Last edited by Fisherking; 01-26-2009 at 19:43.
Education: that which reveals to the wise,
and conceals from the stupid,
the vast limits of their knowledge.
Mark Twain
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
I don't think I've seen anywhere call them freedom fries.
Seriously.
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