The "Land of Oppurtunity" you say...
We went and ate lunch yesterday with Thomas, which Keith hates because of his rediculous scent. I mean he has the worst body odor I have ever been around. It's gag causing and always present. But, somehow he always manages to tag along for lunch and his smell gives us something to inside joke about. So yesterday we went to lunch after he so oddly commented on my unique abilities to master the copier (he also was amazed by the paper cutter if you remember) "So you seem to have this thing proper down."..."Sure do Thomas..sure do buddy". Anyway so we go to lunch and Thomas just keeps yabbering away about the wondeful thing that is America and how rich we all must be and how wonderful our lives are or should be because there is oppurtunity and pierian springs of life everywhere. I mean I love where I live but I never cease to think of other places that may be better or more wonderful, especially in other country where the women aren't quite so damn large. This lead me to think of all the misconceptions about America here...and I will post more on that later tonight after I write the next and maybe next to next to last chapter...but back to the rather country gent style that is Thomas. So we are sitting there and he keeps going on and on about how anything is possible in America and it all must be so wonderful to live in such a big country with so many pockets of oppurtunity (that almost resonated with me but not quite)...Anyway...his main argument for all these facts that he cooked up, besides his own odd imagination was television, and the books he was taught in school...apparently all their textbooks revolve around America being "The land of oppurtunity"
