“Do, or do not…there is no try.”-Yoda

“Do, or do not…there is no try.”-Yoda

I am from Alsace (my mother) and Lorraine (my father) myself, so I am some sort of french… ![]()
The problem with this joke is that you can do it with dozens of other countries. But it is always done with France. There must be something special around here.
(BTW I don’t feel offended at all.)
Doesn’t this have something to do with the countries’ borders providing few readily defended geographical features? I’m especially thinking of France and Poland in this regard. Seems to me, a long succession of conquering hoards have run back and forth across Poland pretty much since the beginning of “civilization.”
Best wishes,
Jerry
Don’t worry the neonazis must start somewhere!
cowtime:
You reminded me of my last horse, also an Arab(Polish). He had a fancy show ring name, but his REAL name was George. I’d had horses all my life, but this Arabian really was different personality. I’d never had a horse that literally followed me around like a dog, who WANTED to do stuff with me instead of looking warily for an escape route when they realized I was going to get them out of the field. He was very “hyper” and stubborn but also a very companionable horse. He was given to me by a lady who owned an Arabian horse farm, son of a famous stallion import that they got on loan from Poland for a few years in this country for stud purposes. He was one of the colts they “culled” that year because he did not have the typey Arab head. They were later suprised to learn that he became the high point winner in English Arabian show class. His floating trot was something to see. Later he became a great trail horse and good pet. I loved George, he was a funny mischevious horse with tons of personality.
My guy was also a Polish Arab, and from your description, our horses were probably related. He was line-bred from Raffles (a practice that, in people, results in West Virginia inbred-cousin jokes). Raffles was a ritzy Polish stallion whose get seemed to run to small, stubborn, gray horses. Yeah, mine had a great trot, too, and loved to race the cars down the driveway, tail up like a flag.
I guess horses can be tasty, but I don’t know that first-hand. Turning that guy into food would have been like canabalism.
Regarding friends on the dinner plate–I saw a clip of scientists who were studying lobsters and developing quite an affection for them over the years. But when asked whether they still eat the critters, one said, “Well, yes. But never one that I knew.”
M
George was sired by Fawor. He was one of Paramont’s first crop(I think) of foals from him.
Here’s a link to Fawor-
http://www.geocities.com/Petsburgh/Farm/8887/Hengste/fawor.htm
re: diets- I’m with the guys studying the lobsters. When we had beef cattle I never liked to kill a beef- couldn’t eat one I could put a face on.
Don’t worry the neonazis must start somewhere!
What do you mean? I don’t understand…
toasty:Don’t worry the neonazis must start somewhere!
What do you mean? I don’t understand…
Me neither. That was pretty obscure.
Matt_Paris:
toasty:Don’t worry the neonazis must start somewhere!
What do you mean? I don’t understand…
Me neither. That was pretty obscure.
OK, so it’s not only my english ![]()
The Irish Declare War on France… [snip]
“Well,” said Paddy, “we’ve all had a long chat over a bunch of pints, and
decided there’s no way we can feed two hundred thousand prisoners.”
I first heard this joke in Canada but it was Newfies (Newfoundlanders) invading the United States.
toasty:Don’t worry the neonazis must start somewhere!
What do you mean? I don’t understand…
I wouldn’t give it much thought. Toasty has posted some real bafflers and I think he’s (I’m presuming the gender) thrown the neonazi word my way before.
Cheers,
Aaron
I wouldn’t give it much thought. Toasty has posted some real bafflers and I think he’s (I’m presuming the gender) thrown the neonazi word my way before.
Cheers,
Aaron
Maybe one more example of Godwin’s law.
Do not feed…