Waaah! And again, waaah! Smacking self on head even as we speak. Well, I suppose I knew it was Georgia-something. And, now that it has been politely pointed out to me, I do recall that the mutt in question was named “Ugga” (with a number after it) Or even “Uga”.
So, I am an idiot, and am now busily trying to take this new education on board.
I don’t think I like the tone of that reference to cheerleaders, but never mind.
I don’t really want to kick a bulldog - primarily because some of them have sort of unfriendly-looking owners - bulldogs themselves are usually all right. Although they might be a bit peeved that I got their names and univeristy affiliations wrong.
I am not planning to go anywhere near a Florida Republican very soon, so I won’t think too much about what they get up to with their donkeys, elephants, llamas, gerbils, sea-monkeys, or yetis. (Well, I might wonder, but only in private.)
Anything with a mascot called a “Rambling Wreck” has to be quite interesting, but I don’t understand what a yellow jacket is. I do know now, however, that “Buzz is cool”. See? Ignorance successfully fought.
(Only up to a point, 'cos I have a nasty feeling that there may be those who think “Buzz” is not cool, and I don’t want to be there for the argument!)
I don’t know who, or what, is this Quincy Carter of whom you speak. Sadly, more ignorance, you see.
Well, I am truly sorry for any offence I may have caused, although I did post my lame excuse for it earlier. I do apologise, really; I think I have managed to offend two sets of people at once, and I was only trying for some light relief away from the U.S. election.
So, I am from Scotland, yes, and if you people fond of the university with the bulldogs, or fond of the university with the old cars, feel a need for revenge, it’s only fair to tell you that mine was University of St. Andrews, just in case you are looking for ways (accidentally, of course) to leave me gagging and wheezing. (Actually, the tiniest mention of golf often has that effect anyway.) I don’t think I want to sportle, though, if that’s all right.
Look, I really am most grovellingly, Pythonesquely sorry.