Please. Anyone can be a reporter and be published in The New York Times. If you want me to take you seriously you have to be cited in The New York Times.
[Elitist ON]I think it is sweet that you Colonial chaps aspire to be well-bred. :eek:
Of course it’s vital to be able to trace your ancestry back to the Norman Conquest in 1066. (The Mayflower doesn’t count, since it was full of middle-class people. :p)
Having said that, let me dispose of a few glaring social blunders in the thread:
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apparently ‘Jack in the Box’ is some form of restaurant where there are no waiters and (this is the key) you don’t have to be a member.:rolleyes: One does not frequent these places.
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roast swan is illegal here, since only the Queen may eat it*.
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I don’t know the difference between a ‘paddle’ and an ‘oar’, since the captain of my yacht takes care of my sailing needs.
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one does not ‘discuss’ newspapers. One owns them.
*not strictly true, but why should I spend accuracy on peasants?
Playing many sports, while it involves a certain amount of skills, is not a sign of having multiple talents. Being good at maths and sports, yes. Literature and sports, yes. Being good at baseball and football? No. And many, many guys talked to that girl, but that girl was too taken with muscles and less with real multiple talents. The quarterback can keep her; they’ll marry at 19, I’m sure, have many happy babies and collect many happy unemployment checks that we pay with our taxes. So that quarterback and his fawning chick were bullies at school and parasites now. Multiple talents, indeed! 
The Norman Conquest? Pah! Bunch of Frenchified vikings. If I were you, I would not take pride in admitting descent from such savages.
Well, actually I go there every year now for their marvelous mushrooms!
It’s not that I would want to trouble you for anything in the world, but Lilibet does not take kindly to “the Queen” and “eat it” being in the same sentence.
I’m catching the scent of chocolate truffles wrapped and waiting on fresh linen. Time for sleep.
It’s spelled “Gandhi”. G-A-N-D-H-I. Gandhi.
Oh, ‘excusez-moi’! 
Naturellement je suis un ‘Anglo-Saxon’, un proud descendent de Boadicea, Arthur et Ethelred le ‘ne Ready pas’*.
Mais un est elite, et un parle Francais.
*Je ne claim pas le ‘perfection’…
You are not allergic to fluorescent lights. The compact fluorescents at my house did not make you exhausted for a week. I know your friend the pseudo-nutritionist said so but it’s wrong. As in, not true. You’re also not exhausted from grapefruit, sunlight, the breeze, or the electric fields from all those nasty power lines. All the magnets, royal jelly, and vitamin pills in the world won’t cure your exhaustion. I’ll give you a hint; you might want to rethink your habit of sleeping til noon, porking on ice cream for breakfast, and then lolling on the couch all day. Your habit of avoiding all physical movement is what is making your back hurt too. Have you noticed that you can’t walk around the block anymore? Do you even care? Have a nice dotage.
And I’ll raise you one Freedom Fry, Pepe Le Pew!
So speaks the Philistine. It’s ice cream and cut up SNICKERS bars. God, this place is going to the dogs…
I just checked, since I live in the South and have never encountered a Jack in the Box here. They have stores in most of the Louisiana Purchase, plus Tennessee, North Carolina, South Carolina, Hawaii, Missouri and Illinois.
Very funny. You could also say “well, it’s not rocket science”.
That the OP claims elitism about something that happened in a 4th rate burger joint is just too funny, btw.
I don’t care that you don’t care what I think when wearing sweat pants or bunny slippers to the local 7/11 or Walmart. I will always think that you’re a slob.
Go ahead and give me that icy stare when I hold the door open for you miss prissy. Just turn around so that I can shove that stick further up your ass. This goes double if you happen to be wearing sweat pants and/or bunny slippers.
Eat my asshole! Anyone who lumps all organizations in such a broad category and then paints with a broad brush is a REAL elitist.
Zeriel, alumni of Phi Mu Alpha (a professional music fraternity, and our acapella group went to the national semi-finals or better numerous times, you fucker, elitist that. We didn’t even have a house fer chrissake)
As an aside, if you’ve never performed professionally at least once, I am better than you. If you have never won a trophy in any sport, I am also better than you (and I’m not talking about your shitty bowling league consolation prize, I had to be on eating terms with mud to get my two football league champion trophies.)
When I go to the customer service desk in Uber Jumbo Store and ask where I can find an item I expect more than a vacuous look and “I don’t know” as a response.
Then it had the intended effect.
More fun:
Overpaying for commodities like cars and electronics does not make you classy or upscale.
You are not a real fan unless the band played for you alone, in your kitchen, before they got their first public gig.
Eating at nation chain ‘ethnic’ restaurants does not mean you like ‘foreign’ food.
Eating at national chain restaurants regularly may mean that you do not like food.
You eat food that wasn’t grown within sight of your house? Thanks for raping the Earth, dipshit.
You cook your own food? That’s what poor people are for.
You still eat food? How are things working out for you in the Paleolithic era?
If your place of worship could serve as a zeppelin hangar and has smoke machines, light shows, soft rock music, a coffee bar, a jumbotron with satellite uplink, and a noticable lack of theology, then you are engaged not in worship, but in a suburban horseshit social club/fashion show. Here’s a nickel. Go find a real church.
People who do well at sports and academics are reaping the benefits of a system that unfairly advantages student athletes with extra help, loose deadlines, special sections, and outright bullying of professors.
If you didn’t stay in a mud hut, spend a few nights in jail, eat only innards cooked with hot peppers, get a tropical disease, and communicate solely in the native language, then you didn’t really experience that country you vacationed in.
Ooh yes.
Just because you know how to use CSS, how to solve issues with different browsers and some javascript does not mean you have a clue about designing software OR large sites and it’s not going to get better because those webdesign blogs you’re reading are just as clueless as you are. And your incomprehensible “unobtrusive” javascript is hell when we actually need to move bits of markup around (YES we need to do that all the time, you idiot).
Look guys - isn’t that the poor kid who rushed and nobody wanted him? Poor kid, he seemed nice, but just not proper material.
Did you see that Brother T rang the bell at Nasdaq last week? Bravo to him. He is joining the next round of investment in my latest venture. I am thinking of using Brother J’s outsourcing business for some of the monkey level code work - he has a stack of engineers in India that will work for lentils.
Oh yes, and Brother B just bought out another plot for his farm. His review of the commodities market has him planting more soy beans this year, dumping the arugula for the recession. We discussed it over drinks last week when we were both in Chicago.
Note: If you care more about CSS than ROI, please do not bother me and just get the company website working. The photographers are here for my updated headshot, and I want it on the executive bio page stat.
You TOO???