Eat me, I’m Danish.
Your turn!
Blow me, I’m Phlegmish.
Where’s the remote, I’m Finnish.
Drink me, I’m Russian! 
Just a second, I’m Russian.
Pick me, I’m Icelandic.
Hey, I was just wondering where you went off to! Good to see ya!
And conversly,
Don’t stop, I’m not Finnish!
Cash me, I’m a Czech.
Disinfect me, I’m German.
Fry me, I’m French.
Oh, oh, sorry - Fry me, I’m free.
Slow me down, I’m Russian.
Robin
Rub me, I’m Polish
Plug your ears, I’m an American.
Take me (POW that is), I’m French.
I’ve been over at Fathom mostly …
Split me, I’m Dutch.
Thai me to the bedpost.
Believe me, I’m Siamese. Yes, Siam.
Eating Sue’s Danish… wanting to put a little Irish in Sue… where to start… my god, where to start…
Definately MPSIMS material, but I was given one of those stickers last night.
She lovingly placed it on my shirt, and proceeded to comply with the imperitive , kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before.
An otherwise cynical Forbin, now very much in love. Saint Patrick’s Day was very good to me!
<sigh>