So my (loved her) long-time friend Joy — perhaps you know her? — had the audacity to publicly challenge me to participate in this music meme thingy she’s hawking. She was all “I bet you won’t do it. Too good for memes, are we?” (said in that finely-tuned British lilt of hers, which somehow makes everything she says sound like a razor-sharp Oscar Wildean witticism), and I was all “Bring it, limey! I WILL BURY YOU, IMPERIALIST LAND-GRABBING SWINE!” And then she goes “Hey, we earned those Falkland Islands, dammit!”, and I was all “Huh? Oh yeah, and you needed those to advance your vital global strategic sheep-herding, yarn-spinning, and moist-rock-mining initiatives. Right.” And then she got all “In YOUR FACE, Pilgrim!” To which I retorted “Your Queen is a filthy mullosk!”
You get the idea.
