And I thought you Brits were supposed to be polite. Last week, on a trip to North Carolina, I made my way to Cape Hatteras with two bottles of a fine Marston's ale and my trusty eGo combo. I opened a bottle, took a puff on a nice Virginia Fire Cured juice, and raised my glass in salute to our supposed allies across the pond.
Not one of you--not a bloody one!--even bothered to wave back.
Not one of you--not a bloody one!--even bothered to wave back.