About 20 years ago, I saw someone post a video about how the best way to get ice off a windshield is to put sandpaper on the wipers and let them scrape the ice off. Someone tried it and you can guess what happened.
A week or so later someone else posted a video about how they hated those annoying lines and bumps on car tires, so they sanded them off and were showing off their cool, smooth, awesome tires. I heard they hit a light pole the first time it drizzled.
Some people…
There are some hilarious ads about Tesla in the UK that I wanted to post, but would be political me thinks. Oh well.
But no one in the Colonies understands British humor so it might go over our heads…
Oh, I understand 'cross-the-pond humour well enough.
It’s some of the food choices I don’t get - after all, rutabagas do grow there, too… 
Ah, but they don’t! Brits grow and eat SWEDES. Our word “rutabaga” sounds hilarious to them (and actually, it is a kind of funny-sounding word when you think about it!)
Ask any Cornish native and you’ll find out you can’t make a proper Cornish pasty without plenty of swede in it. (and NO CARROTS! lol)
I got introduced to the art of pasty making (NOT to be confused with the NSF??? pasties which I had been introduced to a bit before that) by my wife and her family.
She is nearly 80% Finlander. Her grandparents were 100%. In northern WI and Upper MI some people do put in those weird root things but our preferred version is much simpler –
Get a pie shell from the store (LARGE deep dish!) Her arthritis means making scratch ones hurts too much.
Add in browned ground beef, potatoes, onions (LOTS of onions) and salt and pepper to taste. Put it in the oven and bake until the potatoes are done.
Cut that ‘pie’ into 4 slices and chow down.
I put some ketchup on top just like I do with meatloaf. Generally only one slice will do but I have been known to pig out on occasion…
Pasties are good. Last time I travelled up north near the Upper Peninsula I made a point of traveling into Michigan to get one.
Trust me, pal - when we here @ TRSA (in-thread link) get our Reindoctrination Camps up and running, all y’all heathens* shall feel The Mighty Bager’s wroth…
I may not actually be Santa Claus - despite my success in hoodwinking certain young’uns over the last three generations - but I am keepin’ a list, and checkin’ it twice.
As a New Yorker, I have not understood the past 5 or 6 posts. Can someone please translate?
Think of it as the British version of a Calzone.
They were folded and crimped such that the miners could take them for lunch, and eat them holding just the crimped edge, so the rest remained edible, since there was no way to wash the coal dust off your hands for lunchtime.
Reincarnation into a species that is going to be extinct 10 times in a row isn’t really a good track record.
When you feel the urge coming on, let us know what species you are choosing next … we want to be something else.
For me it was the Bay of Pigs invasion.
Funny but I became a life partner with someone in a military family and we eventually married. Many, many years after that it took us a few years.
My FIL (Father in Law) was “out of town” when she was born. the story is three uncles were at the hospital when she arrived. The Dr. came out and asked,“who is the father?” They all responded in unison “I am” always a funny story to me.
Then years later we were given a very old newspaper clipping about how he was in IBM training just prior to the event. I said, that’s interesting I knew IBM, working for Wang Labs. I was pulled aside and told, it is not IBM the typewriter company, it is Intercontinental Ballistic Missile training.
At that point understanding her birth date, and the Cuban issue at the time, I have kept my mouth shut to this day.
At least I’m far enough north that I can buy frozen pasties in the grocery store. A shame no one around here sells fresh ones.
