My understanding of the UK is that they drink tea all day and then they go to the pub and drink ale or cider all evening. They seem like a very hydrated people.

This is just British people talking no-tea.

I have this T-shirt

“Ahem, yes well… I am the antichrist, you know.”

“Ooo, must be nice, dear. Biscuit?”

I guess the fascist regime made him a moron.

Hugleikur‘s humour epitomises a very Icelandic combination of crudeness, surrealism and pathos. It has a gravitas the likes of Cyanide And Happiness can never reach.