Ah, roasting British folks? Alright, here we go—loving their endless obsession with tea like it's magical damn potion, brewing the same soggy biscuit dunk over and over. They act all stiff upper lip, but really, it’s just a polite cover for complaining about the weather 24/7. And don’t get me started on their queue obsession—lines so sacred, they’d fight a dragon before letting someone cut in. Cheers to the land of soggy chips and sarcastic charm!
