british are so weird

strongly agree.

i'm torn between strongly agree and strongly disagree

that's weird.

see?!

lol americans are so weird they are barely homo sapiens sapiens

russians are so weird they are barely lomo sapiens sapiens

japanese are so weird they are barely domo sapiens sapiens

http://www.badmovieplanet.com/unknownmovies/pictures/thunderpants2.jpg

opinions on the irish? unrelatead but im curious...

Met some lovely drunk swearing Irishers at a tram stop last night. That's my opinion on the Irish.

nice. we are all the same....hahaha.

they aren't good at cooking

did you see this AA? makes me miss australia.

im a pretty good cook, seriously

you're one of the good ones

british are all like :
BANGERS MASH INNIT

irish aremall like :
CRAIC CRAIC POTATO

"craic"?!?!

americans are all like:
GEE SURE ALOOMINUM HAAAAAANK NON-DAIRY CREAMER

Japanese be like:

MOOSHI MUSHI AKIHABARA

Russians be like:

IF HE DIES, HE DIES

no, americans are like this:

FAAAAAAAHVE

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fuck embedding

HOW CAN WE EFFECTIVELY RICK ROLL NOW??! THIS IS A XMAS TRAGEDY

lol @ that coding

Frogman, you've rickrolled yourself. Twice.

lol

the new "u played yourself"

I like being weird.

i like where this thread is going

Mooshy Peas.

mmmmmmmmmm mushy peas :)

My friend is a waitress, and she was waiting on some British people. (Well, she asked if they were British bcz of their accents & got mad rolleye.) She said, "You guys eat MUSHY peas! Right?" And they got all reveried about mushy peas, but when they found out her restaurant didn't serve them, they left in anger. (Before hey had ordered anything.) I guess oyu don't fuck around with mushy pea talk.

just dont get them started on cheese, beer or chocolate and we'll be all good

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A Day in the Life of Johnny Brit
by Joe Queenan

A steady drizzle patters against the cracked windows of Jonathan Applegate’s grotty Hackney bedsitter as he drags himself out of bed to face another grim morning in Albion.... Yanking on his frayed Marks & Sparks underpants – purchased when Ted Heath was still at 10 Downing Street – Jonathan decides to forgo the needless expense of a bath and slips into his brown-and-pewter-checked poly-cotton suit, purchased last Bank Holiday at Mister Byrite in Stepney Green. [...]

After work Jontahan gets back to Hackney just as Neighbours, the Australian soap opera that launched the careers of both Minogue sisters, is beginning. He tucks his feet into his durable Cavendish House slippers and slips into a fraying Edinburgh Woolen Mill cardigan. He reads The Sun (MONK, 55, WITH A RELIANT ROBIN, STOLE MY BLONDE LOVER, 25) straight through Coronation Street, then nips off to the kitchen for a bite. He can’t decide between Linda McCartney’s Vegetable Shepherd’s Pie and Marks & Sparks’s frozen Toad-in-the-Hole. [...]

Dad marches in at 9:06 and says it’s time for world-class snooker, so it’s off to the pub for a pint.... On the telly, two paunchy snooker players in cheese-coloured velour vests are telling Paddy jokes.

After snooker, it’s back to the bedsitter in Hackney. Turning into Poulton Close, he flirts with the idea of an onion bhaji from the Jewel in the Crown but thinks better of it, electing to set aside the 70p to partially underwrite a weekend in Weston-Super-Mare at Christmastime. The Plantagenet Arms Hotel is offering free brekky and complimentary pantomime for 12 quid (based on double occupancy), and as Jonathan climbs into bed it gives him something to dream about, other than, of course, Di’s frayed Miss Selfridge knickers, purchased last Bank Holiday, on special offer, in Dorking.

How Do the English Survive?
by Joe Queenan

We must examine the intricate tapestry of meteorological dreariness, Silas Marnerian stinginees, Uriah Heepian creepiness and Ron Woodian slovenliness that coalesce to make Great Britain. From its Druidic origins, England’s has always been a society where it is pointless to buy expensive clothing, because the incessant rain ruins everything. Doomed to wearing morbid checks and parallelogrammic plaids that artfully conceal mud stains, and forced to stay indoors more than 70% of their waking lives (slipper sales there outpace shoe sales 3:1), English people need to replace their wardrobes only once every 13.4 years. As a result, they spend 11.8% less on clothing than Americans. [...]

Of course, the linchpin of the British economic system is an enthusiastic policy of national slovenliness. English people gave up on the idea of daily bathing right after the invention of trousers in 1141, reasoning that there was no point because you simply had to put on the same damp, dirty clothing in the morning.... Companies like Caswell-Massey and Yardley have grown to gargantuan sizes precisely because they manufacture strong-smelling soaps whose potent bouquets camouflage the fact that the person exuding them last bathed on Boxing Day. [...]

With this data in hand, it is possible to see Britain for what it is: A run-down, smelly society that makes vast economies on personal hygiene to free up cash for food, lodging, and glossy magazines about caning naughty schoolgirls. In short, the English are not pasty-faced, mean-spirited, stingy, badly-dresed, anal-retentive, unfriendly, unadventurous, unimaginative people because they want to be, but rather because it’s the only way they can survive.

Nice. Did he have anything to say about the French or Germans?

Don't drink and rick roll, kids.

dave queenan more like

GEE SURE ALOOMINUM HAAAAAANK NON-DAIRY CREAMER

when they found out her restaurant didn't serve them, they left in anger

Probably just as well, they wouldn't have tipped properly.

Brits are some of the wierdest people on earth, from the POV of non-Brits. At least they stopped painting themselves blue. That was just freaky.

My friend is a waitress, and she was waiting on some British people. (Well, she asked if they were British bcz of their accents & got mad rolleye.) She said, "You guys eat MUSHY peas! Right?" And they got all reveried about mushy peas, but when they found out her restaurant didn't serve them, they left in anger. (Before hey had ordered anything.) I guess oyu don't fuck around with mushy pea talk.

― Abbott of the Trapezoid Monks (Abbott), Sunday, 21 December 2008 18:47 (1 hour ago) Bookmark

this is weird because 99% of restaurants in britain don't serve mushy peas either. you mostly get them at yr fish n chip shop.

The merican tells fibs...

Britishers could be weirder than they are but they don't really try that hard you know?

I have some of that yeast stuff they like to eat on toast but I'm kind of scared to open it. Also, Spotted Dick prob should remain in his can.

^ no british would ever have a display name that weird, so previous post OTM

If that Spotted Dick is that H31nz stuff, then leave it. Homemade is almost as easy and much better tasting. Also, go ahead with the Marmite but spread thinly - it isn't jam...

fuckin love marmite, and i do spread it like jam

But how do you eat yr marmite?

(ribbet)

Best way is to eat it on hot buttered toast, preferably made from granary bread.

they prob left their vests in the hot press

― Local Garda, Thursday, December 25, 2008 4:23 PM (4 hours ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

maybe that's why the emersion isn't ever on and there is never any hot water.

― Plaxico (I know, right?), Thursday, December 25, 2008 4:24 PM (4 hours ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

do u guys call 'em tinkers? that's what my mom calls them, and recalls somewhat wistfully how they used to steal teh washing off the line and how her dad was not very pleased at all that our john was friendly with them

― i like to fart and i am crazy (gbx), Thursday, December 25, 2008 4:26 PM (4 hours ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

please don't open that can of worms here!

― Plaxico (I know, right?), Thursday, December 25, 2008 4:29 PM (4 hours ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

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the Australian soap opera that launched the careers of both Minogue sisters

RONG

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and as Jonathan climbs into bed it gives him something to dream about, other than, of course, Di’s frayed Miss Selfridge knickers, purchased last Bank Holiday, on special offer, in Dorking.

Miss Selfridge knickers are always 3 for £7, not sure if that counts as a 'special' offer.

Also, is he talking about Brits or the English there?

the Australian soap opera that launched the careers of both Minogue sisters

RONG

― choom gang of four (sic), Friday, 26 December 2008 13:33

Yeah exactly. Danni never had a career.

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correct answer!

lolz

lol we are weird...

wtf britishes

just because there's a bank holiday in Scotland, it dont mean you have to close up all business in London. for fuck's sake.

Eh?

http://www.whenthewhistleblows.co.uk/images/show/ray8.jpg

US ilxors obsession with "Britishers" is wierd morelike.

Wow, such a coherent vote distribution!

love it