Friends & Allies, Pt. II
If you want to know what happens to decent (well, half-decent, anyway), football-loving, culturally literate Europeans once they move to the heartland of the Free & Civilized World (aka Oklahoma), take a look at my good friend Sam's blog.
Used to care only about third second-league British football and keeping England separate from the continent, now brewing beer and shooting military assault rifles. It's a slippery slope, my friend--stay away from them boys in uniform who want you to sign a paper on the next Piggly Wiggly's parking lot, and never mind the fine print. Next thing you know, you can't see the desert for all the sand.
...but you know I still love you, Sammy!
Used to care only about third second-league British football and keeping England separate from the continent, now brewing beer and shooting military assault rifles. It's a slippery slope, my friend--stay away from them boys in uniform who want you to sign a paper on the next Piggly Wiggly's parking lot, and never mind the fine print. Next thing you know, you can't see the desert for all the sand.
...but you know I still love you, Sammy!
