This morning I had a poo.
When the performance was over I stood up, turned around to flush away the nastiness only to see the water was red with blood!
What the fuck?
I panicked. I was scared! Why am I bleeding out of my bum? Am I dying? Is this the end????
Oh, wait, I had Beetroot salad last night.
Never mind.
(flush)
So this happened a couple of days ago at work.
One of my close friends at work came up to our department to say hi, bringing along with her a girlfriend she was showing around. Her friend had her young son in tow; I’d say he was about 5 or 6 years old.
Now, for context, everyone in our department owns a Nerf gun for any impromptu gun fights that break out.
It happens.
It’s brutal.
It’s also possible you can see where this post is going.
Anyway, they walked into our department, said hi and then handed the 5/6 year old a Nerf gun and he started firing at us, indiscriminately. He was loving it; shooting and laughing like a boy possessed. Hey, as long as there’s no nudity or swearing, some mindless and unprovoked gun violence is always welcomed here in America.
(ooh, controversial)
A few of my colleagues pulled out their guns (he he) and retaliated with friendly fire; it was a fun moment.
Then in came me.
I pulled out my massive weapon (sorry, couldn’t resist), cocked it (seriously, I can’t stop) and aimed at the child (OK, I’m going to get arrested).
Now, I’m a terrible shot with these things so I wasn’t worried. I couldn’t hit a cow’s arse with a banjo. So I aimed at his general head area and fired. The dart hit him full on in the face; his left eye to be precise.
There was a pause in time and everyone held their breath. We were all thinking the same thing. Will he:
A) Laugh and fire back more enthusiastically
….or…..
B) Cry.
He went with B.
Great.
He put down the gun and buried his face in his mother’s embrace, sobbing profusely while everyone turned to me and said things like “Nice one Dan!” or “What were you thinking?”. It was all slightly tongue in cheek, but the kid didn’t know that. If only someone had said something like “Right, he’s going to get you now!” and boosted his primal urge to retaliate, he wouldn’t have felt so embarrassed and may not have cried.
Alas, that wasn’t the case.
I genuinely felt bad for injuring this poor kid, and because he was now weeping in front of all these adults (loose term), but I was undergoing an internal conflict between my brain and my mouth.
Mouth – “Oh my god, I am SO sorry!”
Brain – “Ha ha, YES! In the face! IN. THE. FACE!!! Boom! Did you see that? Right in the fucking eye. Crack shot! (self high five)”
Mouth – “I really didn’t mean to hit him in the face!”
Brain – “I TOTALLY aimed for the face and I can’t believe I hit him! I am the Nerf master!”
In an attempt to explain my actions, I tried to explain to his mum that I was usually such a bad shot and that I wasn’t aiming anywhere near him. Then, to prove my lack of accuracy, I fired in her general direction.
As the dart bounced off her head with the most satisfying ‘Doink!’, my brain went into overdrive, but my mouth (thankfully) took over the situation.
Mouth – “Oh my god, I am SO sorry!”
Brain – “Ha ha ha, straight off the noggin! Did anyone see that? Bam!”
Mouth – “I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’m going to put down the gun now.”
Brain – “I TOTALLY aimed at your head and hit it! I really thought I’d miss this time, but I didn’t! I’m putting the gun down now as I’m two for two! Booyah!! (air grab)”
She looked at me with a mix of angry surprise and ‘WTF!?’. She literally couldn’t believe I shot her a mere 10 seconds after blinding her son.
Maybe this is why guns aren’t legal in Britain; it appears we’re TOO good, by Jove!
Before moving to America, my wife told me how many chemicals and additives there were in American food. It seems the USA doesn’t have the strict regulations that Europe has regarding the shit that companies can inject into what we eat and drink.
I had no idea to what extent she was not kidding!
I first noticed how much sugar there is in stuff over here. It’s in everything, but to the Nth degree! Bread has been the biggest surprise; if you open a bag of bread and smell the loaf [insert toilet gag1 here], it smells like cake. And cakes here are so sweet they’ve surpassed the maximum sweetness possible by the laws of nature and have shifted into another dimension entirely.
But it doesn’t stop with sugar (ever!). The adverts (commercials) here use the addition of unnecessary chemicals and additives to promote and sell their foods.
Ice-cream is advertised with “No Growth Hormones!“, burgers promoted as having “No hormones, antibiotics or steroids!” and even dairy products brag about their milk having “50% less sugar“, or cheese being “100% cheese, not 51%“.
51%? Bit random.
Now, I know this is a scare tactic to make you question their competitors’ products, but was I delusional to assume these products wouldn’t contain this shit as standard?
“Hey! Try our new coffee, made with 100% coffee and absolutely no wood screws or powdered glass!”.
Mmm, delicious.
It’s on a level my wife could never have prepared me for. Even salt here is packed full of additional ingredients and chemicals, the names of which baffle and terrify me in equal measures. I mean, it’s salt! Surely the ingredient of salt should be salt? I understand the need for an anti-caking agent, but outside that….it should be just salt, right? Or am I overthinking this?
This unnecessary use of additional ingredients reminded me of something my wife showed me back in England; it was the list of ingredients for McDonald’s french fries in the UK and the USA. Check this out…
Potatoes, oil and salt. What more do you need?
And it doesn’t stop there. Check out this seasonal favourite!
Nothing in red can be good!
So let’s take a moment to digest (or not) that the US version of this beverage has ‘Caramel Color’ in it…twice. This is an ingredient that has been considered carcinogenic by the Agency for Research on Cancer!
So….Fuck. That.
Now, I’m aware these images have been pulled from the internet and could be utter bullshit….but they’re not.
Or are they? 2
So here are a couple of photos I took of products I’ve seen at work that defy the laws of sense and responsibility.
Recognise these, America?
I drink a lot of coffee….and it says ‘mate’…what’s not to love?
They’re sat next to the coffee machine looking sweet and innocent (and boy are they sweet!).
They look like cream and they taste a bit like cream….but they’re NOT cream. They are so far from cream, they might as well be a car.
The fact they’re not stored in the fridge should have alarm bells ringing in your head. In fact, the word ‘cream’ doesn’t appear in the terrifying list of ingredients at all!
Do you notice the first (and therefore largest) ingredient is sugar? It appears BEFORE water!
This shit doesn’t even have milk in it, although there is a milk derivative.
A derivative? What’s a derivative?
Well, Google defines it as:
Adjective – (typically of an artist or work of art) imitative of the work of another person, and usually disapproved of for that reason.
Or
Noun – something that is based on another source.
So yeah, it means ‘something that resembles milk, but isn’t‘. I suppose that’s why it ends with ‘Not a source of lactose‘. That’s great for those who are lactose intolerant I suppose. But in all honesty, lactose is probably less harmful to those people than the cocktail of sugar, water and oils in this easy-pump jizz.
Yes, it looks like jizz. You’ve all thought it.
And it doesn’t stop there. I saw these packets on a shelf yesterday!
Wait…Corn Syrup, Fructose and High Fructose Corn Syrup? What the actual fuck?
It seems Popeye’s took honey and added crap to make it sweeter (what??) and more ‘honey-coloured’! I can’t get over the lunacy here! Why not just leave it as honey? After all, isn’t honey sweet enough? I didn’t taste it because I didn’t want to be sucked into another dimension.
Also, did you notice the appearance of ‘Caramel Color’ again? Those aren’t pictures of hexagonal honeycomb cells on the packet; they’re human cells dripping with cancer.
1 Pun/Play on words intended
2 They’re not
The last couple of times I’ve used an automated car wash, the steel tracks that your wheels sit in have pulled off some rubber thingies on the bottom of my car. Apparently these rubber thingies are there to make the car more aerodynamic.
I can’t tell the difference if I’m honest, but they’re left hanging loose, flapping in the wind like Ron Jeremy but not as entertaining.
Bloody annoying!
In an attempt to avoid buying new ‘pop rivets’ to reattach said rubber thingies after potentially every car wash, I’ve been on the search for a manual or hand car wash. Even the ‘100% Hand Car Wash’ places I’ve discovered have you drive your wheels into the same big ol’ steel tracks.
I think the concept of percentage is lost on some people.
Anyway, I recently found a manual jet wash place that allows you to wash the car yourself with a multitude of water guns and hoses and settings and stuff.
Fun!
So, last night I parked the car up in the jet wash bay, swiped my card through the card swipey thing and got to work; prewash, soap, rinse, wax, spot-free rinse, triple coat and air hose. I was having a whale of a time.
Except….
I was there for almost 20 minutes, the car was still dirty in places that I’d missed with the brush under the thick, frothy, jizzy foam and the car windows now look like the aftermath of a bukkake scene. Needless to say, I’m not happy.
I guess I have to bite the bullet and use an automated car wash again. I can’t drive around with a car that looks like a plasterer’s radio.
Oh, and if my parents are reading this….do NOT Google bukkake.
Ever.
Recently I was in the audience at an event that had a section about the empowerment of women.
It was a poignant moment where women celebrated each others’ successes and achievements with awards and love.
Lots of applause.
Lots of politically correct nods from the audience.
But for me, the entire time I was resisting the overwhelming urge to shout out, “Show us yer tits!”
I think I need help.
I love top ten lists.
I think I’ve read every single one of them online, from the top ten destinations in the world or the top ten things to do in video-games to the top ten ways to kill and dispose of a body.
Pff, like I didn’t already know that.
And the other day I realised I haven’t ever composed my own. It wasn’t due to an oversight; I simply didn’t have any topic that warranted a top ten list. I suppose I could’ve done the top ten nicest arses in the gym…but that is a) usually my wife’s, or b) pointed out to me by my wife which means it’s technically her top ten and not mine.
So I thought long and hard (smirk) about it and I discovered I did have something that warranted a top ten list. This is something that encapsulates a lot of ideas I’ve had recently and pulls them together into one post.
You see, before I moved to the USA, I knew there were certain eccentricities, weird behaviours and foibles the Americans had, like the inability to keep quiet, the lack of portion control or the fact they are easily offended by every single thing ever.
Seriously, you call someone a cunt once…..
But there have been a whole shit-ton of things I didn’t know about until I was actually amongst them. And by ‘shit-ton’, I mean ten.
So here are ten things I’ve learned about Americans that I was blissfully unaware of before I lived here.
1 – They’re crackers about soup
I’m being literal here, they can’t comprehend that soup can be eaten without first shoving in fistfuls of crumbled up crackers. In the UK we have a famous brand of crackers called Jacobs and we put all sorts of things on them like cheese, hams (deli meats), spreads and various types of pâté, but I’ve never ever heard of anyone anywhere…ever…crumbling them up and putting them in their minestrone.
Now I think about it, I haven’t seen pâté since I’ve been here. Probably because there’s no sugar or caffeine in it.
They’re crackers about crackers…
Anyway, I’ve asked a few Americans why they put crackers in their soup and I get the same blank look and awkward shrug I always get when I ask them why they do what they do.
They simply have no idea.
It’s just what they do apparently. Some say it’s due to the crunch, but that has to be utter bollocks because the crunch dissolves in piping hot soup in less time than it takes for a redneck to finger his sister.
Note – I just asked a work colleague (and fellow blogger) if that last sentence could be considered more offensive than funny.
He asked me “Do you find it funny?”
I do.
He then asked, “Is it more funny to you than offensive?
It is.
“Then post it”.
I did.
He then followed up with “Did you know that ‘incest’ is the most searched word on PornHub?”
I didn’t.
So sister-fingering stays.
Worryingly, I wouldn’t have even questioned this a year ago. I would have just written what I found funny and hoped you lovely readers out there would just ‘get it’ (the humour, not the finger).
My god, am I becoming more American? Am I worried you’re going to be offended? Am I going to appear on this list?
Nah.
2 – They don’t do rounds in a bar
I realise I’ve already covered this one in a previous post, but it really did catch me by surprise. Interestingly, one of my friends who reads my blog has actually started to go into rounds with me when we go out drinking (shout out to A.G!).
I still find it bizarre that everyone buys their own drink and then complains that it takes forever to get served.
3 – Energy drinks!
This is another one I’ve already bleated on about, but seriously…what is going on here America? You guys drink more of this shit in a day than is available anywhere else in the world over the course of an entire year! It’s got to the point now where fridges in gas stations across the land are awash with hundreds of different brands, flavours, sizes and strengths. It seems to be the answer to everything here.
Need a pick-me-up? Have a Red Bull.
Hungover? Have a Monster.
Heart not beating fast enough? Down a Rockstar (but not in a groupie kind of way).
Some people imbibe these Taurine infused, over caffeinated silos of flavoured sugar water with the regularity and ferocity of chain smoking vapers, but more twitchy.
4 – TMA (Too Many Acronyms)
I already knew about things like the FBI, the CIA, the DMV or the KKK…and there are the obvious ones like FYI, WTF, OMG, ETC…
But I had no idea how much Americans love to acronym everyday shit….every day.
E.g. (see what I did there?)
TMI (Too Much Information – something I was hearing a LOT. I wonder why.)
BRB (Be Right Back – although why people don’t just say “Be Right Back”; it takes the same amount of time to say….and in the time it took to explain that to me, they could’ve been right back)
CPA (Certified Public Accountant – How the fuck (or HTF) was I supposed to know that?)
FSA (Flexible Savings Account, and NOT the Financial Services Authority!)
FMLA (The Family and Medical Leave Act – It’s a thing out here related to being off sick from work, or something. Personally I thought it was something to do with a vagina)
TFTI (Thanks For The Invite – This is really a thing. I’ve heard it used in conversations. I tend to reply with ‘NP’ which doesn’t go down too well)
PSA (Public Service Announcement. It’s not a service if I don’t know what it means)
CPS (Child Protection Services – something children actually use to threaten parents with; those precious little fucking snowflakes)
OAB (Over Active Bladder, and not Old Aged Bastard as I first thought….although they are closely linked)
HOA (Home Owner’s Association – A governing body that tells you what you can or can’t do with your home, maintains the upkeep of the lawns and parks that you never visit and charges you a fee for that. Doesn’t that sound like fun?)
HOV (High Occupancy Vehicle – This is a lane on the Freeway (motorway) for cars with more than one person. That’s right, in America, TWO passengers is considered high occupancy)
SOP (Standard Operating Procedures – and NOT something you use in the shower)
EO (Early Out – This is when you leave early from work…because simply saying you’re leaving early is too much, apparently)
QBR (Quarterly Business Report – It makes sense now that I’ve written it, but try being in a conversation when it’s being used every other word and you can’t understand why they keep talking about a UK football club).
It’s a little OTT, TBH.
FFS.
5 – Their jokes are just awful.
Americans can’t tell jokes. I mean, they can TELL a joke, but the jokes aren’t funny. Back home we have things called Christmas Crackers which two people pull apart and they make a loud ‘snap’ noise (the crackers, not the people).
These dogs are about to snap (groan)
Inside these noisy little bastards is a crap little toy, a flimsy tissue paper crown and a joke; a tame, vanilla joke intended to not cause offence in any way. It’s simple humour to appeal to adults and kids alike.
That’s the sort of jokes I get told here. Things like, “Where do you take a sick bee? To a waspital”. Seriously, it’s like that.
I once tested the water with a Jimmy Carr classic; “What do you get if you put a baby in a blender? An erection.”
The water was cold. Very, very cold.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been told some genuinely funny jokes in the US, and my new and awesome American friends are some of the funniest people I know, but overall I’ve noticed an innocence in the joke telling here.
This from a country that brought us Family Guy.
Weird.
6 – They subscribe to foreign stereotypes.
I knew America had a warped view or the world – if Epcot is anything to go by – but they REALLY believe the stereotypes of the world.
For example, they genuinely believe that the English (or ‘British’ as they call us, which I’ve given up trying to explain) drink high tea every day from small porcelain cups and saucers with our pinkies firmly sticking out. They also believe that we accompany this tea with either scones or crumpets.
They also find it hard to believe that English muffins aren’t English, French toast isn’t French, and German chocolate cake isn’t German. The irony here is the fact they call Belgian waffles, ‘waffles’….and those genuinely ARE Belgian.
When you tell them this, they look at you with the tilted head of a puppy and simply don’t believe you.
Minds, blown.
7 – They are the centre of the world, literally.
I was shown this.
America, the centre of the world
And apparently, so are children.
Yes, that’s right, schools are apparently teaching this version of the map of the world. I asked my wife about this and her face dropped before then bursting into laughter saying it was true and she had forgotten that schools actually teach this!
As much as I try and keep my blog light and funny, it does sadden me that so many people I’ve met here are truly clueless about anything outside the US borders. One woman my wife worked with thought Europe was a country and didn’t know Britain was an island. I’ve even spoken to people who didn’t know there was a difference between Austria and Australia.
I’m not going to say anymore about this because I’m sure this will be the basis of a future post.
8 – Can’t recycle.
I know there is a huge drive to recycle in America nowadays – and so many people are doing it – but that’s not what I’ve experienced. It warms my heart that my employer has recycling bins everywhere, on every floor, and I love opening those bins up and seeing paper, soda cans and…food? Yes, that’s right, America seems to believe that food is recyclable.
Technically it is, but that’s called ‘poo’.
It’s not only food I’ve seen; there’s been tissues, plastic wrapping, broken mugs and body parts.
Oh, wait, no…never mind. I haven’t caught anyone putting the wrong things into the recycling bins so that’s not happened yet. Give it time.
And it doesn’t stop with recycling. The USA is unbelievably wasteful. There are so many products that have a one time use and then are thrown away (in the wrong bin). People will use a paper/plastic plate to spread cream cheese on their bagel (because, apparently, if it isn’t cream cheese, smoked salmon or some shit called ‘schmear’, it doesn’t belong on a bagel) and then throw away the plate and knife. I’ve been asked to eat off paper plates at home because it ‘saves on washing up’, but it doesn’t save the world (which, as we all know, spans from Maine to California)
The other day I was waiting at a red light behind a car and the driver opened her door and threw out all her rubbish onto the road. And then, without a care in the world, closed the door and didn’t look back. If she had, she would’ve seen me giving her the finger…and not in a redneck/sister kind of way.
9 – Entitlement
Again, I’ve already talked about how entitled people are here, but I had no idea to what extent. Jesus, some people here believe the world owes them a favour. I’ve encountered people like this in my life before, but not on the scale I have in America.
Here’s an example that caused this to make my top ten list….
I heard a tale of a customer who had been sent a gift by a company for being a great customer. They sent her a beautiful, hand carved, solid wood shoe rack. The customer had mentioned in passing that she really wanted one, so they decided to treat her.
She received the gift and then, instead of being grateful, called in to complain it didn’t fit in the part of the room she wanted it to and was forced (yes, ‘forced’) to donate it. She then demanded discounts on all future purchases for the stress and grief caused by receiving a gift she couldn’t use.
In England we would keep the shoe rack, even if it was an inconvenience.
No, really, it’s fine. Honestly, it’s fine. No, it’s lovely, I promise. It’s fine. I don’t want to be a bother. Seriously, it’s fine. Thank you. Sorry. Sorry. Thank you. I’m sorry.
I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve wanted to do this…
10 – Subtitles for accents!
If you watch any TV show or documentary in America where they’re talking to someone with an accent…there are subtitles. Now, for clarity, I’m not talking about people speaking a different language than English. No, these people are actually speaking English but with an accent.
I’m not talking about complicated accents like Glaswegian (because no-one understands those guys, not even the Scottish), but instead Italian, French, Spanish, German, Alabama etc…
I couldn’t believe it.
Is America so unable to understand an accent that’s not home grown? Mind you, I’ve been misunderstood more times than a redneck fingers his…..oh, wait, I’ve done that joke.
I said, I-‘V-E B-E-E-N M-I-S-U-N-D-E-R-S-T-O-O-D M-O-R-E T-I-M-E-S T-H-A-N A R-E-D-N…oh, never mind.
Head In A Blender 