It's all a conspiracy Morty. I don't even like Szechuan sauce and I wouldn't step foot in a McDonalds if you paid me. Wait. Scratch that. I'm more than happy to step foot in a McDonalds if you pay me. I'm just not going to eat any of what they call food.

Surely this is the other way round.

No need to disparage the A-Team. Sure, the bullets rarely hit their intended targets but the direction and fight choreography was always clear. You knew who the goodies were, you knew who the baddies were and you knew what was going on. Yes, I still love the A-Team.

Not sure where you've picked up that spurious definition. Someone can have many enemies but their archenemy is their main enemy, the principle antagonist. Ex-friendship doesn't enter the equation.

Oscar the Grouch?!

Maybe they just crave the gentle, soothing sounds of Simon & Garfunkel as it gives their ears a break from your normal rotation of Real Muthaphukkin G's and Findum Fuckum and Flee?!

Yes, yes they do. Meanwhile, the rest of the world looks at the US in disgust and laughs derisively at what you call grilled cheese and the disgusting plastic cheese contained therein.

I like to think that when they're all alone at the dump, Madame Trash-Heap and her gang talk perfectly normally. Just like everyone else. They put on the stupid Tarzan talk for shits and giggles. Maybe to sound a little weird and cult-like and therefore possibly a bit intimidating?

Differential can be used as an adjective or as a noun. When used as a noun it is a synonym of difference.

Is Dr Strangelove American though? Sure, Kubrick was (nominally) American but the film was made in England, the main star was English and it is an adaptation of an English novel called Red Alert.

Your nose is 6 foot long with feathers on the end of it?

Your mother may not be particularly attractive but there's no reason to call her a bag.

Very dangerous plan. That sounds suspiciously close to Gypsy Kreme and gypsies just don't seem able to sort out their PR in this country.

Chavs are the feckless working classes. The sort of people who have never had a job in their life but always have money for cigarettes, weed and Nike trainers and who appear to spend 12 hours a day in the pub.

Even when it's a spider?

That's cretinous tripe tikka masala I think you'll find dear chap.

And today's category is: rejected Spinal Tap band member names.

Ha! There are no ninjas in England! We distrust their clothing and their sneaky, silent ways.. We favour the football hooligan approach of singing offensive songs, smashing stuff up and hoping the other side bugger off so we can get back to fighting each other.

Surely at this point all the clever people in America have a plan? Right?

Thanks for the quick reminder on why I don't watch this rubbish!