|"Okay, let's see...I've got a tuna salad on wheat, roast beef hold the pickles, shrimp basket....fish and chips. |
Fish and chips!!??
Jesus, Ben, didja even read this thing!?"
To my British friends, no hard feelings. You guys are the coolest. Sorry about Madonna.
I say British, but everyone I know thinks English. But, don't think you're getting away with anything, you Welsh, Scots, and Hessians (aka the 18th Century Rent-A-Cops).
To my Canadian friends, sorry about that whole "we want to invade you" thing. Twice. Good for you and Celine Dion it didn't work out so well, huh?
To my French friends, thanks for everything. And that big whompin' statue in New York Harbor. Tell you what...you can keep Jerry Lewis for your troubles.
To my countrymen whose ancestors were Loyalists (aka Tories), thanks for nothin'. We managed without you.