I googled "countries that make the most sense", and neither Holland nor Denmark came up. Wiki was of no help.

I'm wondering where your premise that the Dutch and Danes make sense comes from?

I know this Danish lady, Ethla, and she makes pretty good sense, but she's agoraphobic, so she wouldn't ride a bicycle lest she cross paths with another human. She is very much the type to wear a helmet in a car, though. Perhaps with a full, tinted face shield, as well.

Another Dane I know owes me 25 bucks, and he drinks too much, and he rarely makes sense regardless.

I know a couple hundred Dutch folk, and very few of them make sense. Flying Dutchman is apt for 90% of them. And if you get a Frisian amongst them, and he starts yammering in his native tongue, well you'll quickly be rethinking the helmet thing.

cheers,

Please, sir (I say "sir", and I apologise if you are a "ma'am", ma'am), but on behalf of all Canadians, I urge you to consider that it is "politeness, pleasantries, civility, and common courtesy" that you misinterpret as "rolling over".

We simply rush to the front and open the door for you, sir/ma'am.

I hope I haven't offended you in any way, and I apologise for taking your time.

Thank you, and all the best, Godspeed.

Indeed. I believe it was beta.slashdot.org

cheers,

So, your alarm works perfectly. Can you provide more details, you an' me gonna be rich...?

cheers,

How much rent does the basic tenant pay? Does a premium tenant get a cavity search? How does one become a basic tenant?

cheers,

ZING!!!!!

game.set.match

Seriously, where does this shit come from?

It's stomach-churning witnessing the decline of slashdot.

Hey, I had tons of fun already, just wading through your post, trying to decipher what you were attempting to elucidate, all the while navigating the typos like a mouse in a maze, hoping to be rewarded with a piece of cheese.

When all is said and done, I've decided to go hopping for a metrich sticker pric, and call it a day, but maybe not furlong.

cheers,

Excuse me?

That would be *you*, in before:

my reply to you (no name calling or anger there)

to which *you* replied:

So far, the score on the name-calling front is 2-0, in *your* favour. To which an AC (I'm thinkin' that you're thinkin' 'tis I) calls you a dick, which doesn't really stray from the truth, since you *are* up 2-0. to which you whimper:

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