my racist rant of the day

:: 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.

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!:stuck_out_tongue:

Yay, Sampiro!

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?

What if the spot they want is across the road?

I’m lost, dude. :slight_smile:

Seriously funny!

If it ain’t a whole chicken, it won’t have the guts to cross.

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.

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.

I look for a spot out in the country somewhere.

I fed the chicken breasts to the neighbor’s dog. I had no use for them and only stole them to be a dick.

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?