September 18, 2004

• Apparently it doesn't accept backhands as hits.
• nice graphics. Though I prefer to spank the monkey.
• Better than slapping him fast is wind up from the top right corner and slap him out of his shoes. Ahh the sick satisfaction.
• Hate the French much?
• My sick satidfaction comes not from the nationality, just the smacking. Most people need a good one now and then.
• Sorry, I was referring to Nostril's post with it's "little French bastard". :-)
• Who *doesn't* hate the French?
• Me.
• Nostril, either you sarcasm needs polish or you are an bigot/asshole. I hope you'll make me laugh eventually.
• I hope you'll stop being a twat soon, too, but I won't hold my breath.
• Room O'Puppies Jerry, Nostril: I ♥ you both and it's sad to see you scrap. Besides, GramMa's gonna be pissed if you wake her up. :)
• Si le petit bonhomme est un Francais, je ne le trouve pas drole, mais si il est un Belge... puis c'est pas mal bon, ca!
• The French are no bigger jerks than just about any other country/race/society out there. I'd have to say they were right on with their opposition to Bush's war. I'm a USian and find that my society has 70% asshole to 30% non-asshole ratio. Your numbers may vary...
• Making fun of other countries is fun, when it stays fun - it's like teasing friends. (The English are all drunken bastards, the Scots are even more drunken bastards, the French are drunken bastards with better taste in alcohol, etc) I think people only mind when the person saying it seems to really believe what they are saying. I've been more sensitive to anti-French feeling in the US because it has gained this edge of seriousness that is disturbing - and I say this as an Anglo-Canadian, for whom making fun of French Canadians is a national sport (only superceeded by their love of making fun of the stupid Anglos).
• Torlath - your comment just made my struggle through "French for reading" all worth while :)
• Obviously I was being *silly* when I took the name of the French in vain. Clearly, judging by me' record, I am anti-bigot. Anyone who calls me thus shall taste my ire! To me, there seems to be a long history of mocking the French particularly in recent years, so I thought me' comments would be taken thus, but there are wowsers about. WOOOO A few hours rest has mellowed me' mood. I apologise to all offended by my lack of tact. I apologise to Jerry Garcia, Wolof, and the French. I don't *try* to be funny. I'm only interested in making meself laugh. But folks, when I aint funny, don't tell me so. It makes me spit fire and piss brimstone. Which is painful. (And I gots Frenchie blood in me's so fuckyaz!)
• I feel a song coming on... The English, the English, the English are best I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest. The rottenest bits of these islands of ours We've left in the hands of three unfriendly powers Examine the Irishman, Welshman or Scot You'll find he's a stinker, as likely as not. (Och aye, awa' wi' yon Edinburgh Festival) The Scotsman is mean, as we're all well aware And bony and blotchy and covered with hair He eats salty porridge, he works all the day And he hasn't got bishops to show him the way! The English, the English, the English are best I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest. (Ah hit me old mother over the head with a shillelagh) The Irishman now our contempt is beneath He sleeps in his boots and he lies through his teeth He blows up policemen, or so I have heard And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third! The English are noble, the English are nice, And worth any other at double the price (Ah, iechyd da) The Welshman's dishonest and cheats when he can And little and dark, more like monkey than man He works underground with a lamp in his hat And he sings far too loud, far too often, and flat! And crossing the Channel, one cannot say much Of French and the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch The Germans are German, the Russians are red, And the Greeks and Italians eat garlic in bed! The English are moral, the English are good And clever and modest and misunderstood. And all the world over, each nation's the same They've simply no notion of playing the game They argue with umpires, they cheer when they've won And they practice beforehand which ruins the fun! The English, the English, the English are best So up with the English and down with the rest. It's not that they're wicked or natuarally bad It's knowing they're foreign that makes them so mad! For the English are all that a nation should be, And the flower of the English are Donald (Michael) Donald (Michael) and Me!
• Ooo, how delightfu;l!
• Beeswacky -- if you haven't run across Flanders and Swann yet, you are in for a BIG treat.
• French lesson for the day: Remember this is the second person singluar, future proximate, and a reflexive verb using "faire"... repeat after me: "Va te faire foutre." **listens for it** Very good class! Ok, now with the hand jesture. Remember, smack your bicep hard and bring that forearm up smartly...
• Um, except, it's vas te faire foutre
• Aaaaah ye wee wanky bastards. I despise you all. Now send me money. Gits.
• Torluath - ...and now you've lost me. (Somehow I have the feeling I might be glad I have no idea what you've written).
• No, it's "va te faire foutre" because the the "er" verb loses its "s" in the second person singular imperative. Something a little more current might be "Va te faire enculer!", but it's not especially polite. PF can probably think of something better, I haven't had my coffee yet. PS Nostril -- no need to apologise on my account, water, duck, etc.
• You're right, it is "va" because it's imperative.
• Torluath, am familiar with them. Saw them perform several times, and still cherish their recordings.
• Beeswacky -- you saw them?!? More than once?!? I am not worthy to touch the hem of your garment.
• Yes, more than once. Good g-nus hearing others still appreciates their humour, too.