Monday, 8 December 2008


Ben Trovato says 'I don't care. I think it's very funny.

The train was quite crowded, and a U.S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well dressed, middle-aged, French woman's poodle.

The war-weary Marine asked, 'Ma'am, may I have that seat?'
The French woman just sniffed, and said to no one in particular,
'Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat.'

The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was
under that dog.

'Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired.'

She snorted, 'Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!'

This time the Marine didn't say a word; he just picked up the little
dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down.

The woman shrieked, 'someone must defend my honour! This American should be put in his place!'

An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, 'Sir, you Americans seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your cars on the wrong side of the road, and now, Sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out the window.’


Bodwyn Wook said...

On the other hand, there was the rich Texan who was given the cold shoulder by the swells after a long day riding to hounds. He'd long begged the favor of an invitation for the week-end and, puzzled, asked his host what the matter could be. The Englishmen had all clammed up on him.

The duke or marquess or whatever it was was diffident at first, but finally steering his guest in his ten gallon hat and spurs onto a convenient veranda, deigned to explain:

'There, err, umm, aw....well... there are the little, ah, errm, conventions, y'see. Now for an example, when one first raises the fox and gives the view halloo, the customary cry is "yoicks, the fox...."'

"Well, Hell!" blurted the Texan, "Christ, I know THAT, yew dumb bastard! But God damn it, just what in Hell is WRONG with THERE GOES THE LITTLE SONOFABITCH NOW!"

anticant said...

Had he sighted Dubya?

zola a social thing said...

Good story me Anticant BUT : you have only told half of this CORP story.

Bodwyn Wook said...

What's the other, Zolar! (I was in the Peace Corpse, my self!)

zola a social thing said...

The other half is rather British. The world was divided into the US marines and the british Royal Marines by land and by sea.

In the deepest darkest Africa
Where the yanks have never been
Lay the body of a rhino-sore-ass
Fucked to death by a Royal Marine

This song only gets worse.
you don't wanna know.

anticant said...

No - we don't!

No vulgarity in the Burrow.

By Order

Bodwyn Wook said...

Balls to yer partner,
Beresford's arses against the tip....

anticant said...

And who might Beresford be?

dame barbara de carteblanche said...

Don't ask - it only encourages further exchanges of a nature quite unsuitable for the ears of my blushing virgin-heroines.

agent said...

Is the mighty Bodwyn really Peter O'Toole in blog?

Anonymous said...

I quite agree. There are some things best left unsaid here on a sensitive blog.
We sense here the movement towards a most terrible outcome and a vulgar outcome at that.

We have always entrusted the good Anticant to come clean and to keep things clean. Today, we fear, things are slipping.

The Burrow Beadle said...

Not while I'm policing the Burrow premises they ain't.

Bodwyn Wook said...

Beresford (and his buddy, Smith) is that Yorkshire canoodler who got stripped of silk for robbing the miners.

Merkin said...

'Lay the body of a rhino-sore-ass'
Give us the rest Zola!

Meanwhile ..........

Q : What is the richest animal in the jungle?

A ; Rhinoceros.

Rhino = Money

Sore-arse = Piles of.

I rest my case.