America is a John Wayne Movie "Back in London...one more person started in on the Stars and Stripes. Eventually he got, as the Europeans always do, to the part about 'Your country's never been invaded.' (This fellow had been two during the Blitz, you see.) 'You don't know the horror, the suffering. You think that war is...' "I snapped. "A John Wayne movie' I said. 'That's what you were going to say, isn't it? We think war is a John Wayne movie-with good guys and bad guys, as simple as that. Well, you know something, Mister Limey Poofter? You're right. And let me tell you who those bad guys are. They're us. WE BE BAD.' "We're the baddest-assed sons of bitches that ever jogged in Reeboks. We're three-quarters grizzly bear and two-thirds car wreck and descended from a stock market crash on our mother's side. You take your Germany, France and Spain, roll them all together and it won't give us room to park our cars. We're the big boys, Jack, the original, giant, economy-sized, new and improved butt kickers of all time. When we snort coke in Houston, people lose their hats in Cap d'Antibes. And we've got an American Express credit card limit higher than your piss-ant metric numbers go.' "You say our country's never been invaded? You're right, little buddy. Because I'd like to see the needle-dicked foreigners who'd have the guts to try. We drink napalm to get our hearts started in the morning. A rape and a mugging is our way of saying 'Cheerio'. Hell can't hold our sock-hops. We walk taller, talk louder, spit further, fuck longer, and buy more things than you know the names of. I'd rather be a junkie in a New York City jail than the king, queen, and jack of all you Europeans. We eat little counties like this for breakfast and shit them out before lunch.' "Of course, the guy should have punched me. But this was Europe. He just smiled his shabby, superior European smile."
You got cookies? Lucky dog. We had Grahm Crackers. They were the cheap version, could afford the extra a.
He's talking about dog biscuits. You know. When people say, "here Fido. Wanna cookie?" Why have two different products? and when you soak them in the milk? Nutmeg had tartar free teeth, and to this day, I hear if you scratch his belly, his leg starts to kick.
Anybody recommend a plumber? I don't trust my old one anymore: <IMG SRC=http://www.elitetrader.com/vb/attachment.php?s=&postid=1911228>
Wow, I can't believe I missed that. I do not like to make spelling errors... BUT just for safety sake I googled "Freind" - 4,310,000 hits.
I stopped by a friend's house the other day for lunch ( a bowl of soup) and she had a dog running around the kitchen, around the table and really paying a lot of attention to me. I told her I'd never seen a dog this friendly to me. She said "Ah, he's not that friendly. That's his bowl you're using."
Since the bowl bit is a Three Stooges classic (remember the classic diner scene) "Waiter, this dog keeps staring at me while I eat." Moe: "Aw, dont' pay him no mind, Mister. You're eatin' otta his bowl." <img src=http://elitetrader.com/vb/attachment.php?s=&postid=1911482/>