No. I saw no cites from you that supported the above assertions. Specifically, that…
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All French cuisine, especially the coffee, is based on pride and poverty[/QOUTE]
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pssst, chowder: that only works ON the Danes. The French will just spit on the uniforms, shrug, and go back to arguing about cohabitation (in the national assembly, not what you think!). C’est la vie…
It’d be nice if Oz were a bit closer. Or Kiwi land. <sigh>
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Did you really have a bad experience in Atlanta?
We do not speak of it. That city is Unmentionable and the people who reside there Untouchables. Please make a note of this.
Sorry
Just don’t let it happen again. I’m watching you, Bulldog! :dubious:
(this is fun–surely that’s against Pit culture)
Guilty, as charged. I’m a Double Dawg.
From Mr. Grizzard:
“Dorsey thinks that when you die, you get to go to Vince Dooley’s house. He can’t wait.”
Ahp Naaaarf it may be, but it’s very much the exception from what I’ve seen. Sure, if you happen to be a regular, or have been having a chat with the pint-puller, or have put them to some inconvenience. But I haven’t seen anyone tip in a pub in a year or more, and I spend a few hours a week in pubs.
I just sprained my thumb, bruised my hip, and gave myself whiplash, from skiing in Canada today. Therefore, FUCK THE FRENCH IN FRANCE!
And who is that when he’s at home? Uncle to the dukes of hazard? :dubious:
I’m going to change the title of this thread to Fuck, I Wish I Were in France! 'Cause I do.
It’s “oooop Norf” actually and you won’t have seen anyone tip in a pub, after all You’re from the affluent sarf and we know what a tight bunch you lot are.
Innit?
Tighter than a gnat’s chuff.
You need to drop the t, inni’?
That’s the spirit! I’m sure it was the Froggie’s fault in some way!
I’ve really enjoyed this thread and its infighting and have picked up on the fact that its not really about any topic but a rather enjoyable punchup.
In this spirit can I just say that you’re all a bunch of cunts and that I’ve slept with all of your missuses AND their sisters And that they think that not only am I a better lover then you sad inadequate,non clitoris aware,female orgasm ignorant, twats but I’m a lot more sensitive as a person and I’ve got a much bigger dick.
If you don’t actually like hearing these home truths then I’l give you all AND your mates a fucking good kicking in the carpark just as soon as I’ve finished this pint.
I expect I’ll go for a curry afterwards.
STREET FIGHT!
Oh, and I’ve had your missus and beat up your dog too. I’ll fucking have you mate!
Oh, and fuck the French.
You absaloute bastard ,I happen to love that dog I’ll have you know.
I agree with you completely GomiBoy.
Fuck France and Fuck the French.
This man on the street had this game, three boxes without a top and a little white ball, played on top of a mat. Quickly he would move the ball around, hiding it under one of the boxes, and then he would stop, and you had to bet 50 Euro if you knew under which box the ball was.
Well, it was blatantly obvious under which box it was. I kept guessing and getting it right, but I wasn’t betting. I was watching other people lose. I finally decided to bet because I was so sure. In fact, I was 100% sure because he “accidentally” flipped the box so I could be sure I was picking the right box. Well it turns out that the other people playing the game and apparently losing were not really playing the game and losing. They were nothing but pick-pockets and as I walked away I realized I had been robbed 100 Euros. Here I was thinking I could win at this game, but they were all gaming me.
When I realized I had been played I walked back, but there was no way of proving what had happened. So I got a little angry at the guy and sat down really close to him. I started saying out loud where the ball was and attentively watching him and the other players that I now knew were not really players but pick-pockets. I was in the way so they could not sneak their moves. Surely he then started losing all bets, got angry, picked up his game and strolled off muttering things under his breath. The other “players” aka the pick-pockets were all angry too and strolled off. This is the important bit. You have to realize that the other players are in on it too. Actually, first he told me to get up and go, but I told him the street was free. I waited around for maybe five minutes from a distance and when I saw him come back I approached and did the same thing. The funny thing is that half the crowd was the same. The same “tourists” aka the pickpockets. His game didn’t work and this time he packed up and left for good. At least I made him lose a few bets afterwards and even though I got robbed 100 Euros, at least some of the tourists after me were able to win.
Fuck France and Fuck the French. Meanwhile the police just let this go on in their streets. Don’t play this game unless you are very attentive because they are very good at stealing your money.
You blame France for the ball and cup con?
edited to add: Commonly called the Shell Game, it dates back to ancient Greece and variations can be found on city streets in a majority of countries.
Fuck the ancient Greeks!
You got taken by the oldest scam in the known galaxy. The French aren’t to blame.