When I was in Australia the travel agent had an ad said, "See big cars, the Big Apple, and big Americans.". Funny.
A guy at a Pokey club asked if I owned a gun? I said I did. He was intrigued until I asked him if his name was Bruce and if he drank Fosters while cheating on Sheila.
We became drinking friends and laughed at the stereotypes.
The real sad part? Maury Povich was what they thought we were like.
Maury fukin' Pouch? More like Clint Eastwood mixed with John Wayne, mixed with Elvis, mixed with the guy who landed on the moon first, mixed with the guy who invented the internet, mixed with the cast of Baywatch, mixed with Chuck Norris, listening to Metallica do a cover of an Eagles song written by George Strait, while driving down Route 66 in a Ford go***mn Mustang!