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This man

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The Queen supports Crystal Palace. Perhaps she'll buy the club then legitimately all the money in England shall be ours. Plus all the swans.

Chav slags

I don't need to sell my soul...he's already in me.

Crystal Palace Supporters Club Adelaide Regiment

Well i used to be pround of the Kennedy sausage shops, but now they have gone ive only got my suasage to be proud of,

In days of old,when men were bold
And women were never invented
Men drilled holes in telegraph poles
And madethemselves contented.

I'm a native Anglo Saxon. We keep ourselves to ourselves down here.

I know you are but what am I?

Britain is a filthy and despicable hell hole. Everyday I long to be away from it, out of this foul, stinking rundown excuse for a country.

For me, it's the white skies, the ugly people, the chavvy accents. But it's also about the media, the propaganda, the low level of education, the chavs.

But most of all it's the gayness of the media. The 'housey' chat shows, the lemon freshness, the conceit. The place is a parody of itself, it doesn't know it but the rest of the world sees the UK as if it was a carry on film. But these days it's Graham Norton going 'ooh matron'

Brit Pop and Cool Britannia it just makes the rest of the world sick.

There's no skyscrapers here, there are no beautiful modern cities. Some of the old architecture is quaint but it's covered by a layer of high street franchises that cause every town centre to be identical. It gives everything a dirty rundown impoverished look. The pallid ugly people wandering around like the cast of Dawn Of The Dead buying their DIY stuff to improve the interiors of their tiny little terraced boxes is too disturbing to go into.
The whole place makes me f**king sick to the very core. Everything about the UK is a vitamin D deficiency

But you know, sometimes. I can be standing on a lane in the country and I'll spot a certain view. Maybe with a covering of fresh morning snow or maybe the long shadows of a summers afternoon. I can grab a deep breath of the fresh air and it's almost as if I can see back in time to a place that isn't shyte.

I know you are but what am I?