Being a Brit living in America is, mostly, pretty easy.
The main issue I have (other than the stupid way they format their dates, their driving, their TV, their….well, you get my point) is filtering my disgusting and yet hilarious brain from reacting when I find something funny that others REALLY won’t.
After all, offending someone over here is as difficult as fist fighting a baby.
These moments of internal hilarity involve things like growlers, double-fisting and, more recently, this sign I saw on a colleagues desk that was clearly meant to be heartwarming…
You know what’s coming…
It took all my willpower not to put a note on it that reads:
“So are your wife’s tits”.
Does that make me a bad person?
Yesterday my wife and I met some friends for a pub lunch.
On the menu they had a seafood dish called the ‘Fisherman’s Platter’.
I couldn’t help but mention that is sounded a lot like ‘Fisherman Splatter’.
At least they used the word ‘Fisherman’ and not ‘Seaman’.