Stop typing and cup and caress my love spuds whilst you polish my bulbous purple head with that fenian mouth of yours.
Caught a bit of Bargain Hunt at lunchtime and found out that the term shot as in shot glass comes from hundreds of years ago, when a spirit was downed, the glass was banged on the table and the sound of that was said to resemble that of a musket shot.
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The Brexit British Bulldog spirit got England through in the end vs another nation of CHEATING CATHOLICS we seemed hell-bent on inflicting POPERY upon this fine reformed land. Stiff upper lip, Lads
A sense of English Fair play shone through in the end. Christ, I'm right glad I'm not a cheating, paranoid fat dribbling mess that appears to be commensurate with being a filthy taig.
My son said he would sing a song if we beat Columbia and we thought FFS Anyway, he came up with this and we all joined in. Subscribe, like and share and let's see if we can get it to Russia. Live the Dream. Come on England