Today my International Correspondent/Eyes On The Street, Joanne, brings us this triple threat of WTFs from Europe:
Danish WTF?! It means "final run", or in this context "end of sale".. no idea about the "me too"- personally I prefer to get drunk and shop online.. ;)
In order to fit on a supermarket price tag, "assorted" gets unfortunately abbreviated, with alarming implications for Welsh Ladies everywhere...
Aye! I'm TOTALLY ready! For some "camp" with "chicory," which I enjoy on a folding chair outside my military pup tent, with my trusty Sikh valet, who stirs the glutinous substance into cupfuls of boiling water and heated milk for me (as is his wont) and dresses me daily in my kilt, sporran and socks while I sit brokeback mountain style and wonder whether my hat and socks are more traditional than effete, and how much whiskey is exactly in this stuff.
*Thanks Joanne for Keeping It Weird!*
