“Peter, these christmas lights make me wanna piss in your face,” Peter’s wife Linda said to him.
“Really?” Peter asked.
“Yeah I don’t know why. But when I look at them and then look at you, I wanna piss in your face,” she said.
“What a strange phenomena,” Peter said.
“Do you think it’s because I’m Brit-ish?” Linda inquired.
“So that’s why you talk that way,” Peter said.
Peter’s daughter walked in the house and said, “Hey dad! Nice christmas lights. But they make me wanna piss in your face for some reason.”
“It’s only because you’re British!” Peter yelled as she walked out of the room.
The doorbell rang and Linda opened the door and signed for a package. The delivery man walked inside and began pissing in Peter’s face.
Peter seemingly not very surprised said, “Let me guess. You’re British too?”