Hey Dave. Truly, I'd like to congratulate you on that remarkable impersonation of Sam, which had me going there for most of the first seven paragraphs. That's saying a bit because I've been corresponding with him for nearly a decade now, heh. Good job. We've always appreciated the extent of your tremendous creative caliber; this is an even more delectable icing on the cake. So I wonder how Sam will react to your knowing him like the back of your hand, eh Dave, you worm brain :-)


> > Leen started screaming at me then, but I can't
> >remember what she was saying, as I was focused
> >on that stupid "Je me souviens" on the retard's
> >licence plate. What the heck does that mean,
> >anyway? Sounds like "I smile at myself" or
> >something. Stupid frenchies.
>
> This is a ludicrously obscure reference to what I *used* to think the Quebec licence plate said. I took two years of High School French, and this was the best I could do. :-)

As eric, codeman, and Grishny have already noted-- the pin dropped on me with that strangely uncharacteristic "stupid frenchies" phrase. Hey. That's not like Sam! You know that. He's more apt to write something like "frenchie-smenchies" or "those fudging piece of orifice rascals". Gotta admit, though, that even though Sam does know how to read basic French, the "I smile at myself" pseudo-translation is much like something he *might* conceivably say about "je me souviens". (Sam once said French helps him to read Spanish easily: "Canto de Pueblos Andinos" translates perfectly to "Can't De-Populate Andy's Nose").

N.B. Regarding the next ten paragraphs of your Stoddardian Road-Rage thriller, they were also a triumph of superb literary entertainment. Even though they sounded suspiciously like a certain somebody else, methought...Who could it be? You're scary, Dave. I think I love you...

Wolf "^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H aieeee!" spirit