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don't you dare tell me that thing is what you call a flapjack. rather than using the word as an alternative to pancake
british people really be out here saying shit like "learn what this is and then we'll talk" and you scroll down only to find the most unapealing thing you've ever seen. like at least we're eating *food*, not whatever that is
It always kinda sucks to rag too hard on stuff that originated as poverty food, but from what I've read, it seems that American flapjacks are descended from British ones (we just learned to mill our grains better, I guess), and that just means England has had longer than us to improve on it and hasn't really risen to the occasion.
(yinglet lines are abbr tags with translated title-text)
A man takes a boat out to sea, when suddenly a strong wave slams it into a rocky outcropping. The boat starts taking on water, and the man, knowing there's chance he could patch it and bail it out, rushes to his boat's phone and calls the emergency number.
"Hello, zhis is zhe coastal emergencies dispatch," came a distinctly-yinglet voice, "what is zhe manner of your situation?"
The man is, of course, anything but calm, and can only blurt out, "I'M SINKING! I WENT OUT TO SEA, AND THERE'S ROCKS, AND I'M SINKING!! YOU GOTTA HELP ME!"
There's a few seconds of silence. The man wonders if, somehow, the connection was severed. But then, the yinglet's voice comes through the earpiece again.
"Um, okay. And, uh, what are you zhinking about?"
(yinglet lines are abbr tags with translated title-text)
A man takes a boat out to sea, when suddenly a strong wave slams it into a rocky outcropping. The boat starts taking on water, and the man, knowing there's chance he could patch it and bail it out, rushes to his boat's phone and calls the emergency number.
"Hello, zhis is zhe coastal emergencies dispatch," came a distinctly-yinglet voice, "what is zhe manner of your situation?"
The man is, of course, anything but calm, and can only blurt out, "I'M SINKING! I WENT OUT TO SEA, AND THERE'S ROCKS, AND I'M SINKING!! YOU GOTTA HELP ME!"
There's a few seconds of silence. The man wonders if, somehow, the connection was severed. But then, the yinglet's voice comes through the earpiece again.
"Um, okay. And, uh, what are you zhinking about?"