- The Windmill Mafia
- Them
- The people under the stairs
- Groot / Griseldis
- “How dare you speak to me”
- Scrubbydopes
- Uber-Nordic herring chuggers
- Hash brownies
- Goofy wooden-shoed albinos, can’t even mix a fucking martini properly
*For Ted Barlow and Laura Bush
Also heard, though less frequently: That nasty gang of tulip pluckers
Shouldn’t your asterisk really point here?
Heh. Missed the whole cheese-and-beer angle, didn’t I? I’m always afraid I’m getting the Netherlands mixed up with Wisconsin. So I try to err on the side of caution.
wow, I’ve never been called a “goofy wooden-shoed albino” before…
I know, what a bitch that woman is, huh?
Whew, at first glance I though you meant Ronald Reagan, what with the never-ending need of having to remain topical and all that. On the other hand, 1/3 of my in-laws are Dutch, so I guess I’m supposed to get all huffy about this or something. Not to mention that St. Louis has a section of town where the so-called “scrubby Dutch” live. It’s actually not a derogative term here, but a description of the ladies who would be oout on the stoops scrubbing them clean every day. Ahhh, the quaint Old World customs transplanted to the New World. But I digress.
#10. Dutch, stop scratching desperately at the inside of your coffin, and bring me a Wallbanger.
Dyke pluggers.
Ja, ja! I luft dat von!
I’m married to one of those Gouda Chomping, Herring Chugging, Pilsner Swilling, Klompen Wearing, Canal Jumping So and So’s.
He wishes he was a Dyke Plugger.