:: sudden angry look ::
What was that about our postal system?!!
I heard Sampiro saying that they’re ugly and their mothers dress them funny.
Credit where credit is due: that was quite a decent smackdown.

But that parallel chicken discussion was hilarious
Parallel chicken? I can parallel park, although I’m way out of practice, but how does one parallel chicken?:dubious:

scamartistry:
But that parallel chicken discussion was hilarious
Parallel chicken? I can parallel park, although I’m way out of practice, but how does one parallel chicken?:dubious:
Two cars trying to get in the same spot from opposite directions.

BayouHazard:
Parallel chicken? I can parallel park, although I’m way out of practice, but how does one parallel chicken?:dubious:
Two cars trying to get in the same spot from opposite directions.
OH! yeah! the most homicidal one gets the space! okay!
Yay, Sampiro!

your comedy is up there with the likes of Jackie Chan and Will Smith (and dare I say Jay Leno). Its genius guys, cant wait to tell my 8 year old nephew what kind of legendary comedy stuff you cooked up! (I promise you if I had done a sex change, I would laugh like a school girl, thats how funny your hijacking-how-to-cook-a-chicken was to me, priceless!)
So… he must be half Asian, half Black, big chinned Genius… i.e. Vietnamese Orphan (after the war era). Wait… throw in a sex change… emigrated to Thailand?
I feel I should come back and mention that I cooked the chicken breasts with a light coaking of panko crumbs and cayenne pepper, and had the result with some butter rice and cooked mushrooms. Possibly racist, but very delicious.
(Skald’s minions were also very tasty, but not in that way.)
Anyways, what was this thread about? Oh, yeah, parallel parking. Does anybody else have any luck-based tradition thing they do while trying to find a good parking spot?

TriPolar:
Two cars trying to get in the same spot from opposite directions.
OH! yeah! the most homicidal one gets the space! okay!
What if the spot they want is across the road?
Credit where credit is due: that was quite a decent smackdown.
I’m lost, dude.

Why is it that black people can get drunk and whip their kids with extension cords and that’s okay, but if I get drunk and whip a black person’s kids with an extension cord I’m a racist?
Seriously funny!

What if the spot they want is across the road?
If it ain’t a whole chicken, it won’t have the guts to cross.

I feel I should come back and mention that I cooked the chicken breasts with a light coaking of panko crumbs and cayenne pepper, and had the result with some butter rice and cooked mushrooms. Possibly racist, but very delicious.
(Skald’s minions were also very tasty, but not in that way.)
Anyways, what was this thread about? Oh, yeah, parallel parking. Does anybody else have any luck-based tradition thing they do while trying to find a good parking spot?
I try to splash a racist on the way there. It must work because I always end up finding a parking spot somewhere. If I can’t find a racist, I go to the store and buy some chicken, sausage, and shrimp, to make jambalaya. It doesn’t help find a spot, but I’ve forgotten where I was going while thinking about eating the Jambalaya later.

scamartistry:
But that parallel chicken discussion was hilarious, your comedy is up there with the likes of Jackie Chan and Will Smith (and dare I say Jay Leno). Its genius guys, cant wait to tell my 8 year old nephew what kind of legendary comedy stuff you cooked up! (I promise you if I had done a sex change, I would laugh like a school girl, thats how funny your hijacking-how-to-cook-a-chicken was to me, priceless!)
I think I missed something here.
Perhaps someone stole his goose?

Perhaps someone stole his goose?
Probably an Australian. Not one goose in nine goes missing without it ultimately being tracked to an Australian. Wouldn’t be so bad if they were doing it to eat them. On the upside of their stereotype they have really hot guys and produce more Olivia Newton John recordings than any other culture.

Anyways, what was this thread about? Oh, yeah, parallel parking. Does anybody else have any luck-based tradition thing they do while trying to find a good parking spot?
I look for a spot out in the country somewhere.
Skald_the_Rhymer:
Your confusion saddens me, so I have sent a couple of minions over to solve your problem by confiscating the chicken breasts, along with whatever cash, jewelry, and sensitive intelligence you may have lying around.
Someone has to ask it… Are you planning on frying them?
And that’s NOT racist. I have a black president.
I fed the chicken breasts to the neighbor’s dog. I had no use for them and only stole them to be a dick.

Skald the Rhymer:the people of Wales in particular.
, What did I ever do to you?!
You, personally? Probably nothing. It’s Charles son of Elizabeth I have a problem with. The suffering of the Welsh will just be collateral damage.
Fucking Irish. Why don’t they work?