Joe Orr Road Rod wrote:
FrankDrebin wrote:
He did deploy to Afghanistan while in the military.
Which makes it kind of odd to hear him rail against colonialism.
I stand with Meghan and Prince Charles.
I wish Meghan had an English accent, though. Those are so charming and erudite-sounding. She should have said, "'Ello! Wha a lot a bover. These bloomin' cri-ics are a buncha bleedin' c*nts, mate!"
I actually first started learning to speak English at the age of ten when we moved to London. I mean, I could read a little from being in school (back in Da Sink lol Helsinki), but to actually speak it, I was lost. I was a quick study, however, and when we moved to the US of A when I was fourteen, I thought I was ready for anything, but the way people talk in this country is (no offense) not as good as what they speak "across the pond" lol. In general, Europe > America, in terms of war, wine, women, and language.
I also had to adapt to sports after earning enough money in the mills to move to America. I was raised on cricket and stackenblochen--and a healthy dose of tv! But when I reached these shores, I was like, "Why are so many little Black kids adopted on tv?" Like Arnold Drummond and Webster. Or they adopted adults, like Benson or . . . what was her name? The sedentary, Rerun-looking woman who shrieked "Gimme a break"? Her. (Also: Would.) I'm more of a "gimme a regular American family or regular American cops" show kind of guy, but I enjoyed those other shows. Still, when I tried to break into the business with my cop show
Redline, a grittily realistic series about police in Chi (Chiraq lol) trying to, you know, keep our natural boundaries in place, your inferior Hollywood rebuffed me. With all the weird shit they used to put on Channel 44, you'd think I'd be able to get a show.
(Speaking of tv, what was that show with Dabney Coleman, when he was a sportswriter? The woman on that show had an enormous rack. She was also like thirty years younger than her counterpart. Only in America.)
Anyway, the fat cats in Hollywood skoffed at my ideas. (Is
skoffed spelled with a
c? News to me! Ah, ya live and learn--ya really do.) That's when I invested in Catholicism--not even Americans could mess
that up--followed by stints in real estate and bowling-alley maintenance. I would have stayed there if I hadn't heard what I consider to be the best rap song, "Bust a Move." (Second-best video, too.) Which leads me to my point: the Good Lord will let you know when it is your time. Are you listening?
"Even if the LORD hideth His word from thine ears because He is annoyed by thee, imagine in glee He did speaketh to thee and try to live a good life." (Wang 2:14-15)Thinking about going all in, as they say, on
Wanda Vision. Might try to watch a little hockey, too, and who knows, maybe even play some hockey myself. Hockey might be the one good thing the US of A has given to the world. (That show
Perfect Strangers was pretty sweet, too. And it was sweet in both senses of the word: it was engrossing as all hell
and it made you smile. It's kind of like getting high before you give your disgustingly-clogged vacuum that once-a-year cleaning: You are totally into what you are doing, but sometimes you just catch yourself looking at the wall, catatonic but smiling. Any idea if they are ever rebooting that show? We should get a hashtag going! #Channel9BringBackPerfectStrangers.)
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