Jeremy Clarkson, I salute you
I’m pretty proud of being an American, but once in a while, I get this urge to fire up my E-Type, polish up my cockney slang, and drape myself in a Union Jack soaked with the blood of the Queen. What I’m talking about is our close neighbor to the east, Britannia. And there are very few of its inhabitants that pique my interest quite like Jeremy Clarkson.
Jeremy is probably what most Americans would expect a forty-something British bloke to be. He has an accent, drives fun cars, and has written a few books. But there are so many reasons why I’d pick this guy in a jungle fight to attrition against Chuck Norris:
He gardens with a shotgun:
Like King Leonidas, stares Persians dead in the eye:
Punches well-known and overwhelmingly snobby magazine editors in the face:
And finally, mocks French people:
The guy’s a beast. I can’t even begin to explain every single occasion where Jeremy makes me chuckle in a schoolgirl-like fashion; there just isn’t enough CSS code in the world. However, the sad thing is only British people and international car nuts know about him from hosting Top Gear, the car television “programme”. Hopefully this post will alert people to just how epic Jeremy is and also dispel the myths that Chuck Norris and/or Neil Patrick Harris are the supreme rulers of man-dom.
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