Title says it all. Some kip would be lovely. Unfortunately, some git threw a wobbly and dented me bonnet and smashed me windscreen with a spanner in the car park near the council house. Brilliant. I’m also peckish because I haven’t had tea yet, and the flat needs hooverin’. Maybe I’ll just go to the pub and get pissed, but after a couple pints I’d be headed for the loo cuz I’ll have to wee. Bloody hell.
(I’ve been watching some British telly)
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Well, keep your pecker up.
Blimey
Oi !
Leave it ahhhht.
Time for some spotted dick!
This is the point where the British officer works out you’re an American spy.
You may feel bloody knackered now, but have a spot of tea and perhaps a scone, and Bob’s your uncle.
Why- because no self-respecting Englishman would use the term ‘a couple’, or no self-respecting Englishman would stop at a a couple?
It’s “a couple of”. Not negotiable.
“A coupla” would be OK
All be the same in 100 years, mate.
I’d buy you a pint if we were in the pub…
Bloody ‘ell!
‘ave some brekkie!
Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Have a cuppa.
So, Top hole. Bally Jerry pranged his kite right in the how’s your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper’s and caught his can in the Bertie?
STREWTH!
OI!
gimme a bo’ol o’ wo’ah mate!
So you see, son, that’s how we won the war.
Jerry couldn’t figure out the banter.
Forget the Navaho code talkers…
And that’s how I met your mother!
Don’t be a dozy pillock.
This cock-up of a thread makes me chunder. Each of you blighters deserves a right bollocking and a kick in the goolies.
I grew in the windswept cornfields of Iowa (USA) and I understood every word of that.
Being multi-lingual is an asset!
I’m watching Brokenwood and responded “Ta” to my boss today when he handed me something. He looked at me funny.