remorajunbao, Immortal Lion wrote:
Oh god not that word again... I had to listen to the american wench on my friends satnav call them rotaries all the way to and from @#%^ing wales at the weekend. They are called Roundabouts.
And no I don't have a lisense...yet...heh I just get the bus/train where I need to go.
And I am in Hampshire.
Well, "roundabouts" are why I never drive in England. That and the whole wrong side of the road/wrong side of the car thing.
Anyway, in that case, I'd read something by Jane Austen while getting loaded at a pub in the middle of the day. Then go home and jerk off to images of Marianne Dashwood.
In other words, embrace your heritage.
Nexa