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[spike]

It’s the United Stated of America, so the name of the country is the problematic part.

[bodysnatcher]

Ok, USAers then?

[bodysnatcher]

USAsians?

[bodysnatcher]

Wait.

[Jorge]

You have no idea how often that argument comes up down here.

[Bi_3]

It’s the United Stated of America, so the name of the country is the problematic part.

I just know your ass is using “kilos” and “klics” in conversation already

[Jorge]

People in the United States call themselves Americans. Which is kinda bullshit considering there are three Americas. I mean, Canada are Canadians. People from Mexico are Mexicans. Heck, even if you wanted to lump an entire continent together you can say South Americans! By that standard, shouldn't we be called United Staters or something?

In Spanish we use the word Estadounidenses which literally translates to "Unitedstatesians".

[BurtReynolds]

If someone else wanted to be called Americans, they should have put it in their name.

[bodysnatcher]

People in the United States call themselves Americans. Which is kinda bullshit considering there are three Americas. I mean, Canada are Canadians. People from Mexico are Mexicans. Heck, even if you wanted to lump an entire continent together you can say South Americans! By that standard, shouldn't we be called United Staters or something?

In Spanish we use the word Estadounidenses which literally translates to "Unitedstatesians".

Incredible, I'm using this!

[bodysnatcher]

Seems like it would knock us down a notch, which we need

[spike]

It’s the United Stated of America, so the name of the country is the problematic part.

I just know your ass is using “kilos” and “klics” in conversation already

I wear my Unitedstatesian status proudly, sir.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Have you ever jumped or rolled out of a moving vehicle?

[wease]

It wasn’t going very fast, but yes.

[Jorge]

I fell off a motorcycle once, when I was a kid

[bodysnatcher]

Yes

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

A buddy of mine was having some shit going on with his first wife and they were tooling down the road in his pickup while having a big fight. She opens the passenger door and flings herself out it and tells the police he reached across the cab, opened the door and shoved her out. They didn’t buy it for a minute.

[BurtReynolds]

On the interstate near Stockton California I saw a guy jump out of a (slowly) moving vehicle and roll down a hill. I'm pretty sure his hands were tied behind his back, but it happened so fast I'm not sure what I saw. I actually turned around to go check, but by that time the car and guy was gone.

That's my Stockton, California story.

[Ello Sailor]

I fell off a motorcycle once, when I was a kid

[spike]