Britain truly is a special country, and I mean that in a flattering sense. One of the things that makes it great is the way it stubbornly clings to ye olde quaint traditions that have died out everywhere else.
Take the milkman, for instance. In every other civilized country, if you want milk you gotta head down to the local supermarket and pick out a carton of your choice of milk--skim, whole, chocolate, 2%, 3%, 4%, 83$, whatever tickles your milk bone.
Not so in Great Britain! They still hold tight to the tradition of the milkman, that friendly bloke who comes 'round every morning to deliver your daily helping of marijuana. Wait, what?
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