Joe's D Day

His reply to one of his groupies saying France is peaceful now because it's had its quota of war already.

Yes because stuff like the Nice attack and the bataclan plus the general mood of the country where people go on strike all the time hardly says it is that tranquil. Paris is known for having particularly rough areas!

He's just trying to pretend he knows the country now because he got a coach trip to somewhere that's aimed at tourism.
 

Peckas

Helping those 8 to 80

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Gonna 'member Joe's post every year, fawkin' tears in my eyes and blubberin' fam - that was the place where they killed Vin Diesel.... #NeverForget

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Slackjawed Cow

I laugh at them because they're all the same.
"Unfortunately to rent a motorcycle in France..."

This bovine piece of garbage thought he would waltz into France and they'd be like, "Oh look, an obese American who couldn't be bothered to learn the first thing about our driving laws. Who cares if he has no valid license here! Please do give him the nicest bike in the lot! Oh and you're a U.S. veteran! That's a big discount for you, sir!"


Points at Sons of Anarchy sweater

 

TorpidSloth

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Holy Jesus! What is that? What the fuck is that? WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE MOOMIA?

Private Moomia:
Sir, a bacon, egg and cheese on a roll, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
A bacon, egg and cheese on a roll?

Private Moomia:
Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
How did it get here?

Private Moomia:
Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Moomia?

Private Moomia:
Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Are you allowed to eat bacon, egg and cheese on rolls, Private Moomia?

Private Moomia:
Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
And why not, Private Moomia?

Private Moomia:
Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Because you are a disgusting fat body, Private Moomia!
 

RedHeadpw2

Fan of the Era
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Holy Jesus! What is that? What the fuck is that? WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE MOOMIA?

Private Moomia:
Sir, a bacon, egg and cheese on a roll, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
A bacon, egg and cheese on a roll?

Private Moomia:
Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
How did it get here?

Private Moomia:
Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Moomia?

Private Moomia:
Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Are you allowed to eat bacon, egg and cheese on rolls, Private Moomia?

Private Moomia:
Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
And why not, Private Moomia?

Private Moomia:
Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Because you are a disgusting fat body, Private Moomia!
 
What kind of dope just thinks they can hop on a boat to France and rent a motorcycle as a foreign national?
I know other retards like this. They think they have a kind of natural swagger, where everything will be instant and easy for them. Then they inevitably forget or ignore one or more key aspects of their daffy plans, at which point they get mad at the institution, agency, municipality, country or whatever the case may be. Joe assumed he'd strut into some motorcycle rental joint, and the clerk would immediately recognize his bona fides, and hand him the keys to a Harley with a knowing nod. It's a special kind of arrogant, aggressive stupidity, a complete inability to grasp how things actually work, as opposed to the retarded fantasy world that's forever boinging around in his thick, oversized head.
 
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