Continental Drift

I'm going to begin this blog by assuming most of you can read.  I'm also going to assume that you're reasonably smart and enjoy being entertained thusly.  In other words, we're going to pretend that we're British.

Before you throw Mr. Bean all up in my face, I see your Bean and I raise you a Kardashian.  Just one.  I don't even need them all; that's how many Kardashians I have left to play.  Consider your options.

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Now what we're all British, some ground rules:

1. No belching.

2. No calling belching "burping."

3. Drive on the left.  Every day is a game of chicken. 

4. Continue stealth re-conquering of lost territories by systematically seducing their women with articulate speech.  They're unused to it.

5. Come to terms with the fact that curry is superior to anything we've ever come up with.
6.  Snicker whenever anyone says the word "pants."
7. See you next Tuesday.