What we don't understand is...

[Gob]

This. WTF America?

[Long Run]

They're hitting a lot of the good ones. We are nearing the Super Bowl Commercial thingy. That will be a fun one for sociologists to dissect in 100 years.

[Gob]

WTF UK?

[Daisy]

BrutallyHonestDude
Why do accents change every 50 miles?

50 Miles??

Try every 2 miles. I can tell if someone is from the north or south side of my town simply by the way they pronounce the name of the town Oldham. If you're from the north you pronounce it Owdem, if you're from the south you pronounce it Oldum.

[Lord Jim]

Midsomer is the most dangerous place on earth, literally worse than Mexican cartel towns.

Man ain't that the truth...

You've got a much better chance of coming out alive from the Southside of Chicago than Badger's Drift...

[Econoline]

HEY!!! I resemble that!

[Daisy]

That Reddit is pure gold

[–]kishbish 2612 points 1 month ago
What's up with your drinking culture? Honestly most of the Brits I've met drink way more than anyone should. I don't know how any of you still have functioning livers and how your streets don't flow with vomit constantly.
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[–]tom808 3576 points 1 month ago*
I'm hungover atm so I'll keep this short and simple.
We can't think of anything better to do on a Saturday night.

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[–]didgeriduff
This is truly it. Once you live there a time you simply can't think of anything better to do. I used to be quite creative with my time before moving there and since moving away I have become more creative with it again. But those two years I was there. I just couldn't think of anything better, cheaper or more fun. It's a mindset. And you don't realize how it becomes a part of you. First it's an after work drink a couple times a week. Then soon you have enough mates that you have to meet each group on separate days. You have work mates, you have mates from a club you are in, you have a mate mate who visits from out of town. And each of these meetings it at a pub or at least happens over a pint at home. Now your week is booked solid with drinking extravaganzas. Enjoy

[MajGenl.Meade]

Yeah - way too many evenings steering the porcelain 'bus. It was certainly true back in the late 60s and early 70s. Over the pub for lunch - stagger back to work - work - back to the pub after work - stagger to Blackfriars for the last train to Streatham (the Streatham Snail) with Papa Doc standing on the seats pretending to piss out of the far window so no one would get in on the platform side. I think he was pretending. One night he lost his bridge when leaning over the track looking for the connecting train and was picked up by the police groping for his teeth in the dark. They drove him back to the flat and it was that night or soon after that when he pissed all over the bathroom in the dark because I'd cellophaned the bog and removed the light bulb.

What else is one supposed to do?