heavycola wrote:Napoleon Ier wrote:suggs wrote:Move over, pork face!
*barges his way through cream buns and carrot cake, playfully gropes Jim's whopping Man Missile, and falls gracefully into Mandy's tits.*
You will observe now the English gentlemen. Reserved, dignified and gallant, he approaches all tasks and endeavors with a detached dignity, and is renowned for his composure, physically manifested by the upper-class "stiff upper lip".
This stands in marked contrast to the French upper lip, which tends to be rubbery, slack, oversized, flecked with spittle and stained yellow from too many gitanes.
Obviously, you haven't been to France, much.
This is all the existentialist left-bank socialist soixante-huitards, the true Patriot is tall, muscle bound, brownish-blonde and blue-eyed, with perfect, normal-sized lips from whence flow uplifting monarchist rhetoric, lives stoically and virtuously, as a hard-working farmer in the Vendée, and is ready to rise again for King and Country against the socialo-masonic usurpers.