****** is so subtle in english society that you almost seem to enjoy it as if a comeback, but instead what you should be expecting is finding Las Vegas in a can of sardines; those G.I.s were really thirsty on **** juice, at war they used to drink the preservative oils keeping the sardines hardly handy, thinking of their girlfriends... mm meow moo oo. spoke the tongue for 22 years and they still think i have a Romanian accent... lucky *******... i too thought i was sending the Brits back to the concentration camps of construction sites... no wait... there's an office argument: we need new toasters among other digital applications to push the button... send in the chemical brothers... and a few Jamaican monkeys should you have forgotten your riff of: oom sah la la... sa la la see'h mambo'h; hey, keep the bald eagle handy on your shoulder, you never know when it might become a skin eagle.