Sweethearts, ride, fly or crawl to my rescue. And yes, I know most of you are Americans which is why I need you on a white charger. Send Arnold Schwarzenegger if you yourself don’t have the time. He won’t need to do much, just open his mouth.
The nation of your united states and I, by proxy, have been dished the ultimate insult, and I quote from an exchange in someone else’s comment box:
” … In your favour, you have managed to amuse me by stating that I “must be from the US”. That’s a first. I have been put all over the world including Turkey; I even had a gender change in a fit of mistaken identity.
Pray, enlighten me as to what makes you think I am American. Ciao, U”
This morning’s reply:
“Hmmm, now you have me guessing! Why I thought so, straightforward really, you turned a wry witticism into a somewhat insipid inspiration. Such optimism, only from the land of the brave…. or so I thought. But now I know, you are only a program, virtually.”
Polyanna greetings, just stick that burger where it will do little damage, inconsolably yours,