Oh no Cristi don’t feel that way! I would love to head up to Flint and visit you. I won’t go this weekend-- Nice, sunny 75 degrees out on the Florida Gulf Coast. I’ve travelled around most parts of the world and I’ve always had something good to say about most of where I’ve been. I’m sure a down home coastie Southerner like me can appreciate a place like Flint.
I assume you are referring to the Appalachians? Feh! They’re not tall enough to be called foothills! Most of 'em aren’t even a mile high! I say, you can’t call it a mountain if you have no trouble breathing at the summit.
Try the Colorado Rockies. Try the Sierras. THOSE are mountains.
Feel free to correct me at any time. But don’t be surprised if I try to correct you.
Oh your’re right of course. But I’ll tell ya what, c’mon over, we’ll drive western Maryland, climb those hills, agree that they pale in comparison to the Rocky Mountains, and then I’ll shove you off. They’re not REAL mountains, so it shouldn’t hurt REAL bad, right?
Bluepony, there is a special circle in Hell for people like you.
Come up here and visit it. Please!
Coldfire: I don’t really hate you. But you know, the speaking four languages thing, the Formula 1 thing, the being able to travel to different countires in a few minutes…well, okay. Maybe I do hate you.
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Why thank you Smugly… hmmm Sealemon… my mountains? well let me see, I do believe you were the one who came to Canada, sans jacket in October, knowing full well you were heading up to the mountains.
Now wasnt that great Canadian hospitality I showed offering you the warmth of wool in the -23 temps.
and Wally… you can run around out west in your gown anytime hon… we westerners love that fashion statement.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
