Those. For the mouth part of my face. Immediately.

Oh I did a small sad face when I read this. I'm sorry you had to put up with that.

Agreed!

Yes!!!! This is probably the thing that enrages me the most, ever. I'm English, and I always wonder if other countries have people doing Cockney accents when they've visited London...

Ephun.

Long days and pleasant nights.

I'm forever stuck in the greys so this doesn't matter, but German is theeee best accent. I have to fan myself when I hear it. I also have a lot of time for the Italian accent. I'm English.

Yeah, and the bun is in there. Whole.

Twice weekly BCO? I'm wearing a hopeful expression...

I just don't understand people. Such calculated levels of rudeness to avoid a few dollars. Tipping is a different thing here in the UK but I would never do any of these crazy things to avoid it. The mind boggles.

"Fucking fucks and their fucking dog kids."

I once went to a Rammstein signing on Oxford Street, London, Halloween at midnight, about ten years ago. I was with a good friend who is blind (this matters to the story) So we waited maybe 6 hours in the freezing cold to go through and meet the band/get our albums signed, and I was ridiculously excited and 19 years…

This one made me go 'Awwww!'. I love Tom Hanks. I don't trust anyone who doesn't.

You were right. Smiling so hard.

Imagine, if you will, a Monogrammed Thermos, filled with ranch dressing.

I feel worn out just reading this.

And I'm willing to bet that those are the very same people that go on to camp out at their table, oblivious.

Yes, there is definitely such a thing as a corkage fee where the price is dramatically hiked up for using the venues facilities/glassware. But I don't think there's a plateage fee equivalent...

Yes, there is definitely such a thing as a corkage fee where the price is dramatically hiked up for using the venues facilities/glassware. But I don't think there's a plateage fee equivalent...

They may settle for a round of crazy golf with their own clubs and ball.