Quote:A Swede? You're suggesting I might be a Swede?? Don't even get me started on that scrofulous, potato-eating, gangsta-faking, pustulent excuse of a Scandanavian nation.Turnips, yes. Rutabagas, yes. Carrots, yes. But, potatoes require a growing season. On good years they get potatoes in the south (SkÃ¥ne, Västra Götaland, Halland and Ãstergötland). Their finest delicacy, lingonberries (cowberries) are found in a swamp. The Fins, they have poronkäristys! What can I say? I'll have to consult with my Sami relatives in UmeÃ¥...
About your other descriptions... By scrofulous, I assume you mean morally degenerate... which is true. If you sat in the dark for 9 months of the year, you'd get ripping scrofulous too. Gangsta-faking... Well, yes, in Sweden even the gansta tags are done very neatly, and in vivid colors. It would be too depressing to get all wicked about it. And, pustulent is that byproduct of the lack of sun shine, which they remedy by sun bathing in the nude... ALL summer... All six weeks of it. The zits are replaced with a mild sun burn by August.
”There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." - Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio.
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