Rats are easy to bait, say on first meeting, I think that sticking a set of bandage shears into a babies head is murder or I was down on the Common during the latest rally and there were 1/5 of the people you claimed to be there.
Christmas Eve, ten courses, all fish, the wine, My Brother and I buy, they have no taste. On Easter the Pollocks from my exes side take over, Lamb and traditional dishes, I do the Lamb.
The Brits today are inert complainers with little humor except for (or including) their inside jokes. They bitch and moan yet rarely act, whereas the Scots & Irish, not necessarily in that order, act - might not even warn.
Know what they call a head butt to the chest is in Scotland?
A Scottish handshake.
I bait Dems and they clam up or run away. Maybe it's me.
I'll be visiting you for Christmas Eve and Easter dinners.