My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC
Me: *makes huge mistake that will directly affect my future horribly*
My Brain, lounging on a lawn chair with shades on: ….acknowledged
everyone starts to count the bongs on their fingers*
brit: OI IT’S 7 BONG
Alternatively Scotland.
*deafening explosion*
Oh it’s 1 o'clock.
The what now
The 1 o clock gun.
At one in the afternoon they fire the one o clock gun at edinburgh castle. I think they miss out sundays and xmas.
I always forget about it cause you cant hear it from within my building, but if I happen to be out when it goes off it always without fail makes me jump.
