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British Pool
Another fine example of British versions of American things sucking major ass.
Wimpy, anyone? It's fast food, except it's not fast. And you get plates. And damp lettuce. They seemed to be big on damp lettuce.
But I digress, ladies and gents. British pool is the shitness here. And shitness it has in spades.
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Get yourself a pencil. Yes? Good. Now get some marbles. Yes?
No?! What do you mean, "no"?!
Well, fair enough, no-one has marbles anymore. Imagine you have marbles. And an
empty coke can.
Now try hitting the marbles into the hole in said coke can using the pencil.
Okay, okay...imagine you're hitting said marbles into said hole using
said pencil.
You're not imagining British pool, but you're close.
Yank pool has all manner of funky balls. In no fewer than
eight different colours, discounting the cue ball.
Seven are solid colours. Seven are striped. One is black - the fabled 8-ball of
myth and magic.
These balls are large. They are nicely weighted. They are cool.
British pool has red balls. It has yellow balls. They are tiny. They are without
mass.
Hitting them with any force sends them into a low orbit.
They are shit.
YOUR LIFE IS ASHES!!!