me: I like bananas. brosef: Really? me: Yes, they are tasty and fun to peel. brosef: Really, you like all bananas? me: For sure, they are portable, and make good treats too. Have you ever tried Bananas Foster? Banana bread? So good. brosef: What about rotten bananas? me: You mean very ripe ones? Sure I'll eat them. brosef: No, I mean rotten ones that smell. me: What? I don't eat them if they smell. brosef: So you don't like rotten bananas? me: No. brosef: So you don't like all bananas? me: I mean, I do like bananas. brosef: But not all bananas? Not the rotten ones. me: No, not all. Not the rotten ones. brosef: Can you stop saying you like bananas then? me: But I do like bananas. brosef: But not all bananas. So you don't like bananas. Not all! me: *sigh* brosef: I'm glad I straightened you out. You don't like all bananas. me: Um, thanks. Good talk. brosef: Yeah, great talk. Bye.
I like tanks. Yes. ALL of them. Even the weird, small and ugly ones. Even the badly made replicas. Even the Bob Semple. Though I probably wouldn't like one that was bearing down on me with the intention of turning me to paste and wiping out my friends/family/home, and I likely wouldn't like being required to actually use one in anger, but I've dedicated my life to avoiding that. So even though that definitely happens I still like all tanks. So far.
Would you like a propane tank surrounded in ball bearings blowing up in your face? I bet not. Would you like a cashew nut sized replica of a Jagdtiger shoved up your pee hole? I didn't think so! So please don't say you like tanks you f#cking liar. Not all.
It's a very fair point that I had lazily disregarded the wide spectrum that is 'tanks'. Amazing levels of diversity in that linguistic area. I may have to concede your point and apply some specificity with 'Armoured fighting vehicles' so as not to give a false impression, or incite rage. I do have one friend who would probably enjoy the Jagdtiger thing. I appreciate I could make an effort to applaud his example of diverse viewpoints, but in truth he worries me a little and I do occasionally criticise his proclivities. Particularly his proselytizing thereof.
I wish they had called them cisterns of death, or even better the DaVinci. The sneaky eyetie even had sloped armor.
Such a bigoted reference to his drawings. You probably call his parachute 'That Egyptian-shaped thing'. I may rush to Facebook and make a soothing meme to show everyone I care more than you. Tsk. Tut. Pshaw. Etc. I do like 'Cisterns of Death', though personally think it's a shame that 'Landships' didn't catch on long-term. Even an abject coward like myself might have been tempted by a poster saying 'Come crew the Landships!'.
I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to any dead, gay, Italian men on this forum. We should all embrace the dead lifestyle without excluding dead Italian or gay men, or dead women, dead transgenders, dead polysexuals, dead polliwogs, or any other new identities assigned or adopted.
Not sure how a banana morphed in to a tank and then a dead Italian guy but I think the moral here is there are limits to what each of us enjoys whether it be ripeness of fruit, tanks, or the deadness of gay Italians. My 2 additions would be the level of heat in spicy food and tolerating idiots. I do not have a low pain threshold for hot food and can only tolerate idiots whilst they remain amusing. Back to bananas they always seemed to look good in the headdress worn by whats her name back in when was it. You remember?
Not all Croats. I knew a Croat once who was in a self induced Slivovitza coma for over a day. He wouldn't have been able to respond to assaults of any kind during that period. Please clarify not all Croats next time. Virtue!
Well, he would respond, just not in any meaningful or noticeable way...The only way he would not respond is if he were dead. But, if he were dead, he would no longer be a Croat...He would be an ex-Croat.
It's so tricky, isn't it. I don't mind a bit of Monty Python, but don't like the idea of being crushed, swallowed and digested by a Python. The awful and complex dilemmas of the age we live in...