I wouldn't call it easy. It helps that I have kick ass taste in music. Despite knowing better, my brain kept defaulting to penguins, nobody sings about puffins and as a proud 'murican, I am still clueless on how a microphone is called a mobile, ketchup is tomato sauce, fry is a chip,and a flashlight is a torch ( and i am not going to touch the fanny pack). But the Artic Tern, we'll mannered ones at least, do enjoy a pickled herring at their table.
I could have written '… and a tiny cell'. What you call a cellphone we call a mobile phone. Fortunately, your kick-ass taste in music got you over the line. Ketchup can also be red sauce on account of it being what you might put on your bacon bap instead of brown sauce. (I don't have time to go into the number of words for bap in this country.) An upstanding British person would never touch a fanny pack without consent. Nor would they ever refer to a bum bag by that name.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Congratulations, Jeff.
I have a question. Was that stupidly easy or did it require some thought? I have no idea because this is my first one.
I wouldn't call it easy. It helps that I have kick ass taste in music. Despite knowing better, my brain kept defaulting to penguins, nobody sings about puffins and as a proud 'murican, I am still clueless on how a microphone is called a mobile, ketchup is tomato sauce, fry is a chip,and a flashlight is a torch ( and i am not going to touch the fanny pack). But the Artic Tern, we'll mannered ones at least, do enjoy a pickled herring at their table.
I could have written '… and a tiny cell'. What you call a cellphone we call a mobile phone. Fortunately, your kick-ass taste in music got you over the line. Ketchup can also be red sauce on account of it being what you might put on your bacon bap instead of brown sauce. (I don't have time to go into the number of words for bap in this country.) An upstanding British person would never touch a fanny pack without consent. Nor would they ever refer to a bum bag by that name.