GPop, Son, and I went to Rusty and Kath's for dinner last night. Kath's dad and stepmom, Pops and Mops, were in from out of town. Pops and Kath are British, so they have some tales from afar to tell once in a while, and Pops is a WWII vet, so he's got fun tales, as well.
We got on the topic of how England is starting to have a problem with obesity. Kath suggested that it's probably from all of the fast food restaurants that have migrated over the Atlantic. I jokingly started to chant "U-S-A! U-S-A!" Then I got The Look from Pops.
Monday, January 14, 2008
232 Years Later
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1/14/2008 06:05:00 AM
Labels: humor, small towns
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That's a variation of the look I wear through most of my freshman comp classes.
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