You started with the insults Mister Limp Wrist. It is no fantasy that I am proud of my Ukrainian family and that I am proud of Ukraine, Now why don’t you go back to Newark’s Palace Chop House where your kind belongs.
You have just helped prove my point, Monty! Now, quickly lunge for that cheap, nasty vodka. . .
That brings me to an interesting question: What kind of people would make their national drink such a crude, nasty poison as vodka, whose only real purpose is to get those drinking it completely off their heads as quickly as possible?
Your kind, you say? I'm American, my boy. That is "my kind." You have issues with Americans?
Slavo Youcrayney!