You know what I hate about British? I hate how they
always end their conversations with 'Cheers'. In
America we don't stand for such shit, we just say,
"Fuck You" and hang up the phone like evolved human
beings, not some degenerate inbred commie muthafuckas.
I should show them by going to one of their fancy tea
and crumpets partys, and smash their table, rip up
those god damn doilies and knock the monocle out
of Count Bastard's eye. Then I'll ram one of those
stupid crumpets down their throat and say: "You like that British? Taste good?!"
Then, I'd pop 'im one in the face and say: "Take that you fucked-up old geezer. That's one for
America!"
And when he's on the floor, praying to the Queen, or
whatever those crazy-assed Brits do, I'd start kicking
him and say: "It's perverts like you that bring our country shame!"
Then I'd go get a steak, what any normal American would do.
