I was on a train out of a London in early November 2004 a day or two after Bush the Younger was re-elected. I was quietly reading the Guardian when a woman across from me said “can you believe those stupid Americans re-elected that idiot?” I responded in my American accent “I can”. The look of shock on her face was precious. She asked me why I was reading the Guardian if I voted for Bush. I responded “Schadenfreude”. She changed seats.
Nicely done. "One day, the philosophy student signed his own social death sentence. He brought with him a container of sushi, and a crisp copy of The Guardian. This was the social equivalent of urinating in the kettle." - made me laugh out loud (lol)
My father was a career Air Force NCO. I ,like many of my friends, the first to go to college. The summer before entering school my job was loading rail box cars to the top with 50 lb sacks of potatoes. All the crew were Hispanic except me. The swing boss a guy with badly healed knife scars and self drawn tattoos. He never spoke. He didn’t need to. I worked stupidly hard. I felt a need to impress him and the crew. Also I was a bit afraid of him. Always left in my car , the cut up carrot sticks my mother always furnished.
When I went to college my mates joked me into the college physique contest. Due to loading rail cars I won second place, thus achieving dates with otherwise unobtainable upper class college girls.
I was on a train out of a London in early November 2004 a day or two after Bush the Younger was re-elected. I was quietly reading the Guardian when a woman across from me said “can you believe those stupid Americans re-elected that idiot?” I responded in my American accent “I can”. The look of shock on her face was precious. She asked me why I was reading the Guardian if I voted for Bush. I responded “Schadenfreude”. She changed seats.
Nicely done. "One day, the philosophy student signed his own social death sentence. He brought with him a container of sushi, and a crisp copy of The Guardian. This was the social equivalent of urinating in the kettle." - made me laugh out loud (lol)
The greatest crime in the history of humanity occurred and you sots make jokes about how much fun it is to be inebriates.
I want the Irish on my side if this is what the Queen can bring.
My father was a career Air Force NCO. I ,like many of my friends, the first to go to college. The summer before entering school my job was loading rail box cars to the top with 50 lb sacks of potatoes. All the crew were Hispanic except me. The swing boss a guy with badly healed knife scars and self drawn tattoos. He never spoke. He didn’t need to. I worked stupidly hard. I felt a need to impress him and the crew. Also I was a bit afraid of him. Always left in my car , the cut up carrot sticks my mother always furnished.
When I went to college my mates joked me into the college physique contest. Due to loading rail cars I won second place, thus achieving dates with otherwise unobtainable upper class college girls.