'Ey Mate, Wanna Roll?

The British don't get anything right, do they? They can't pronounce words properly. Despite being one of the world's oldest nations (they were an EMPIRE for goodness' sakes), they never found time to develop a palatable cuisine. And then they go and do stuff like this:


That's a wheel of cheese they're chasing, there.

Don't get me wrong. I love cheese. I mean, I would probably roll down a hill for some fine aged cheddar, too, if that's what it took. But the thing is, it's not like there's a shortage of cheese in England- quite possibly their one redeeming factor.

No, what this is is England's pathetic attempt at extreme sports. The youth of England, having grown tired of watching the X Games on whatever channel they get that's not the BBC, and seeing all the awesome sports America has, like sandboarding


and ice climbing,


and wingsuiting,


like the whiny snotfaces they are, became jealous of how badass Americans are, so they created an extreme sport of their own. Except that in typical fashion, theirs sucks.

I mean, look at this guy:


He'd never last a day in the States.