Haha as a Sara without an H, I agree! That is literally my life. My yearbooks are basically half spelled correctly, and half with Sara and then a scribbled out h. Every time I go to Starbucks... Sara, no h. I know I shouldn't care, but it bugs me when it's spelled wrong lol
@@pearple4441 Agreed, absolute HORROR when watching the current encumbant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.. especially from Britain..we cannot fathom how that imbicil was ever elected into office...my FAVOURITE recently spouted claim..."America will be back up and open for business by Easter Sunday.. it's my favourite day..such a bootiful day..my favourite day".. far as I recall, Easter Sunday was April 12th.. we're now at August 1st.. just saying, Mr. Trump... ..pity, though, because Easter Sunday is his 'favourite day'!! 😂🤣
@@pearple4441 He EVEN kept the Queen waiting...what sort of arrogant moron DOES that?!! ..THEN..he went and walked in front of her (when inspecting troops at Windsor Castle).. arrogance, arrogance, arrogance!
They don’t check your passports They know you are British by the way you handle the rope system: _”Put that passport away Sir, come on through..welcome home”._ 😂👌
Oh my god. I hate tights! It's part of my uniform, so I not only have to attend school, I have to be uncomfortable while doing it! My head teacher is an absolute BISCUIT !
@@katherineross8340 definitely. I remember seeing a picture where people put red stickers on different pages depending on where they are from. The UK page started ordered but half way down someone messed it up and it didn't repair itself while the Japan page was orderly the whole way down the page
literally tho - after seeing this clip I noticed how my mum put on skinny jeans and she was doing the dance. I later asked my stepdad how he married her even after seeing the faces she pulls while doing it. good lord...
@@chocolatcats... is your name short for "Karen". Just curious. Nowhere in my comment did I reference him actually drugging his kids. Although that was a great part of the skit, I was referencing the "where's Wally" part. It starts around the 4:25 mark. Educate yourself. Somehow everyone understood but you...
As an American we actually do all of those, we limbo, we unhook the ropes and we jump over them. Edit: I forgot about how we duck under the ropes, especially little kids because they are short
When I was in year 4 we got a new principal whose name was Geoff. I had never seen it spelt like that so for two straight years I thought his name was pronounced Gee-Off!
Here in the States, when it's spelled Geoffrey, it is often pronounced /ʒ/-OFF-ree (beginning with a "French soft G" as in "Gigi") rather than like Jeffrey.
I love him. He don't just stand and talk funny story's. He is using the whole body and all what a voice can do. I bet he is absoutely used up after a show 😁🙏 Hi from Norway 🇧🇻
I can never drink anything when I watch Michael. I'd either die literally by chocking or die of embarrassment when I spit out my drink because I'm laughing so hard.
American here, and usually walk around the whole rope situation, then re-enter at the point where I'm supposed to be; often still ending up behind 2 or 3 people, but not going through the charade of respecting an inanimate object!
Australian here and although I hate rules and try my best never to follow them, I was married to a man who was very boring. He would have died if I'd hurdled the ropes 😂😂😂
My name is Lianna (lee anna) and there is like 10000 ways to spell my name apparently liana leeana leeanna leeannah leeanah lehaneah lianah lihanna lihana the list goes on.
My dad has a story about his friend Steven: You know in primary school when you have your peg for your coat with your name above it? Well on their first day, Steven got so upset, like angry crying, when he saw it said "Stephen" on his peg and their teacher came and asked him what's wrong and he's like "My name's Steven, not Step-hen!!"
He is so clever, seems to nail my exact train of thought. The posh people for example doing the 'posh push' with the trolley, into another rangerover lmao 😂😂
As an American, the "Yee-haw" made me spit mid mouth wash. To be fair, we actually usually just "Yee-haw"and walk around the whole thing, completely disregarding any sense of order. My grandma is Canadian an usually apologizes for our behavior.
I am half-American and half-British (raised Stateside) and I used to walk through the entire rope at financial aid in college, even when there was not anyone else there. Almost without fail, every time I reached the front, the desk lady would say, "Foreign exchange student?" LOL
My fav is the time his wife sent him to a weight loss camp. It was so funny but I love food so I don't think I would last a day there let alone a month!
I once taught a class, in 1981 in a small rural town, where three girls were Jodie, Jodi and Jodee. Also, at another school, two students called Shannon in the class, one female one male. The best example with names that I know of, ( this is absolutely true ), is the former world champion boxer George Edward Foreman, who has five sons, all called George Edward Foreman ( George Junior and Georges III, IV, V and VI ). When asked why he named them this way, he replied "I wanted all my sons to have something in common". I also heard him say in an interview "If my wife calls "George", somebody always comes." If you made it up people wouldn't believe you, truth is stranger than fiction.
What drives me crazy is that people expect all names to have multiple versions of the spelling. My name is Jessica. There are no common alternate spellings of Jessica. The most common is Yessica, which is actually pronounced differently. But I often get asked how to spell my name. I've had to default to saying my name as " Jessica standard spelling", then saying and spelling my last name which is spelled differently than it sounds so that at least makes sense.
I'm part brazlian and I can confirm that I can't not limbo under at least one rope. I start by walking around them for a bit until I get annoyed and try to go under one, after I finish my embarrasingly rediculous attempt at either faffing around to pull the rope up or getting baggage stuck on it, I start walking until the confidence builds up again. Side note, I'm not sure my mum even sees the ropes, she'll just limbo into oblivion!
American here: When there's nobody in line I just go around all the ropes. Usually you can do that and those Brazilians can't limbo fast enough to keep up.
