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http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2012/03/a-brief-history-of-the-english-insult.html
I love cultures, they’re so colourful.
Hey, did you see that dish at Petri? I’ve been to Petra, but not Petri, thank goodness.
Here’s Petra with a dish…
Disappointment. I thought this would be about yogurt.
the whole “culture” thing is a bit dodgy here 
When we made the abrupt turn, we started to talk about colorful bacteria cultures in a petri dish.
To the article’s author:
“Fatty fatty toad-boy”? Please. There’s nothing quaint or charming about remaining stuck on intellectual ground that’s landscaped with playsets, especially when it comes from a writer for The New Yorker. If you’re going to lionise the English, they deserve better because love 'em or hate 'em, they have better to offer. It’s time to move on and climb out of the short pants, “Giles”. Oh, and turn off the TV while you’re at it. “Culture Desk”, my aching… 
The Immoderator notes that the OP (oleorezinator) wishes to disavow any knowledge of his/her actions in starting this thread. 
Sleep-posting? That’s good.
Unconcious posting. Much better.
In my opinion, Michala Petri (recorder phenom) is quite a dish…
http://www.michalapetri.com/
I think people in North America are more inclined to take physical action against verbal abuse, so we have less of an inclination to sharpen our tongues.
Guess that’s not me, apparently.