WTF, you’d think I questioned British manhood! Christ, they looked like poofs, and I don’t care if Morris Dancing has a longer history than the US itself. So don’t give me any more shit about the fucking Morris Dancers. This has gone from light-hearted fun to a daily drag, and I’m over it. I mean it. I thought I was clear about that.
Now, I want to make double-goddamn sure the holdout fuckwits get the message, so let me be clear about this: if I want to insult British manhood, you’ll know it. I’m not subtle. Got it? Now move along. Jesus!
* Okay, so he’s not a Beefeater. He’s actually a Royal Danish guard at Amalienborg Palace. Thanks to Lars and Peter for setting me straight. Oh, and Ralph (you know who you are)… go fuck yourself.