English for Americans

I'm a simple Englishman. Give me a warm pint of dark ale and a lit fire in the fireplace and I am a happy bunny.

And yet I married an American. We speak the same language and yet we don't.

When I visit our family in Chicago its embarrassing enough that I have to speak slowly, and yet they still do not 'understand' me. 

Luckily I am not alone in this plight and help is at hand:

I think I'll send this off to the in-laws as well.

hat tip to @jackschofield 

kthanxbai!

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