Last year, I moved to America from the UK.
The biggest cultural difference isn’t the in-your-face people, massive serving sizes or the fact that you have to tip everyone in sight.
It’s my foreskin.
Yes, my foreskin. You see, we’re not that different, you and I, except I have a piece of skin wrapped around my helmet, and you don’t.
Every American guy I’ve grilled on the subject says they’re circumcised. Every dude I know back home is with penis skin, except one who had it...