some time in my first month of living in england i was making myself some chicken for dinner and my flatmate walked in and said “oh, you’re making tea?” and i don’t remember ever being so fucking confused in my entire life i just stared at her and said “no, it’s chicken” because back then i didn’t know that the english can apparently substitute every single god damn word with “tea” and for a second i thought my flatmate considered chicken a fucking beverage
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