Fear. Pure fear.
I can't act, so you know this is real.
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6 comments:
In London your fine... but don't walk into a 'locals only' pub in rural England with that Ireland hat on. :)
In fact, don't even wear a hat. None of us do whilst in England. You look daft as a brush!.
You have matching hats?
-Melanie
No doubt, Melanie!
Why don't you hold hands and skip across the street while you're at it.
I think the hats are lovely, and they help disguise the sad truth that you're a couple of rubes from Kentucky with an unnatural fear of moving traffic.
(In my very first bit of advice to the two of you, I warned you to look both ways before crossing the street. It hadn't even occurred to me then that I might, in fact, be responsible for saving your lives!)
i swear they have "look left" and "look right" signs on the pavement...try looking down. of course that is not as entertaining! still wish i was there...
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