So there I was, indulging my favorite pastimes of cleaning my many, many guns and failing to find Europe on a map, when I suddenly had a thought: Maybe one way to foster understanding with other cultures is to try poking fun at one's own. Needless to say, the thought took me by surprise and I ended up spitting Big Mac chunks all over myself and my ten illegitimate children who are all named after potato fixins. (Luckily I had twelve more standing by, plus a diet Coke, so I was okay.)
So let's hear it. What sets your culture apart from everyone else's? (Not that it matters, of course, Murrica being the bestest country and all, but you get my point.) Note that you shouldn't make fun of anyone else's culture, just your own; this is supposed to be fun, not mean.
So let's hear it. What sets your culture apart from everyone else's? (Not that it matters, of course, Murrica being the bestest country and all, but you get my point.) Note that you shouldn't make fun of anyone else's culture, just your own; this is supposed to be fun, not mean.