Yeah well, since I'm proud to be one of those fat lazy Americans (your words) I was just sitting down to a big ol' bag of molten bird suet, q'ing up a Barry Manilow record when I read your post, and I just gotta tell you, there's nothing quite like the smell of arrogant Guinea wanker first thing in the morning.
By the way sporty, after seeing your picture, you calling anyone else fat is how we say in states, pot calling kettle black.
In the spirit of understanding, how about whipping us up another one of your paranoid conspiracy theory rants? I especially like the ones about John Kennedy's ghost putting explosives into the Twin Towers beams or whatever you've got today. I'm having another coffee, and could use a good read while I evacuate last night's spaghetti.
