My wife’s name is Katrina and she’s from New Orleans. What are the odds?
I bet she’s fucked New Orleans too.
Oh, bravo. I didn’t expect that.
If you were any kind of man, it wouldn’t have been necessary.
You’re pretty glib for a dude who was the inspiration for “40 Year Old Virgin.”
Your cinematic allusions do not impress me. So you’ve seen a film? Wow. Did mummy take you?
Mummy? I shudder to think how dried-up and quiet your MOMMY must be. I’m sure you prefer it that way, though. Women should just shut up, right? God forbid a woman open her mouth and venture an opinion, unless she’s the bloody Queen!
I drove across the Triboro bridge this morning at dawn, and the weather was so nice and clear that the view of Manhattan was spectacular.
Holy crap. I can’t even believe you went to this point, considering 9/11 and the Two Towers still haven’t been replaced!
You sumbitch.
Bridge? That’s right bring up Chappaquiddick again. You right-wing fanatics are all the same. For og’s sake leave the guy alone, it was 36 years ago.
manual transmission cars are really fun to drive 
I thought someone named McTech would go for an automatic car that does everything for you.
Pudding is delicious.
for someone who can’t get my username right, you’re sure coming across as a sanctimonius, holier than thou frellnik, McTech is probably some poor sod who has to work at mickey-d’s fixing their fryolators, why not have pity for that poor soul stuck in a dead-end job…
the name’s MacTech, get it right next time…
billy-boy-gates is Satan incarnate and is best freinds with georgie-bush and dick (call me Darth) cheney…
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why you really like them…
Robin
From ‘Have You Driven a Ford Lately?’, Married with Children, 1988:
STEVE, grasping the stick of a newly restored 1965 Mustang: I dunno, there’s something about a stick shift…
AL: Yeah, I dunno what it is.
MWC is always relevant.
Oh yeah, like you never watched it, Mr. New Yorker reader with your tea and your Upper West Side self-righteousness. Go wash your hemp pants and leave us real Amurricans alone.
Don’t bother:
-Interchangeable ride their friendly dragons.
-Fungus falls and hurts people.
-Interchangeable characters whine about their lives.
-Scary unwashed guys in their forties show up in the Anne McCaffrey room at conventions, hoping to get a chance to dance with McCaffrey’s thirteen-year-old girl fans.
I’m not sure whether you’re the scary forty-year-old or the teeny-bopper, but in either case, I’ve just spoiled her entire oeuvre for you.
I wish you all peace and joy in your lives.
Daniel
Oh shut up.
Only after you’d made good and sure our country was bankrupt first, as you were still ass-wobblingly afraid we’d come and demand our colony back. Also, you’re forgetting that Hitler declared war on you. Left to your own devices, you’d have sat around chewing gum until everywhere from Portugal to Vladivostok was speaking either German or Russian. Anyway, if you’re such he-men, how come you couldn’t go into Iraq by yourself, what with having more firepower than the rest of the world put together? No, you had to come snivelling to the depised Euros begging Daddy to hold your hand while you went and picked on the little kid next door to the one who’d hit you. Bail out? You couldn’t bail out a rowing boat with a plastic bucket, sweetums.
There’s no such language as AMERICAN. Being too ignorant to use the grammar and vocabulary of the parent country does not make you the author of a new lexicon, dumbfuck. :rolleyes: * 10[sup]18[/sup]
Fine, yes, just rub it in my face that I’m lactose-intolerant.
Would you care to finance my annual pallet-load of Lactaid, twit?
I meant to put this in the last post – I hope I’m doing this correctly.
Why do you hate America?