well good thank **** for the english gravitating for their gravity...
strapped to an Island...
*****-whips...
strapped to an island you have zero argument....
nil... you're basically Iceland...
you're anti-continental not because you're anti-continental politics, but because you're continental... ******* Anglicans, ******* solipsists...
******* autistic fairies!
******* gammon spreads! little german cousins... *******... *****! always the Englush undermining the English project... jerking off the ****-******* Americans...
ich ist ein osten-berliner!! osten-berliner!
ficken sie!
what a fake, with thre Brexit... it's a ******* island... a ******* island...
no continental politics... the English are not attempting to be nice... they have the last exhaustive excuse... borders guaranteed by the sea,,,, tthe English are nice... they asre far beyond playing nice... they're cowards with proud faces... they're the sort of people i never wish to ever, become...
i'd prefer to be considered Italian fascist... i'd hate to be deemed an English liberal, a Locke... the English just don't have the ***** that Hungarians or the Poles have... they gravitate within the confines of an island...
no confiscation of a confined politics of a continent... the British play nice... but they're your usual typo of *******... an island is an island, adrift from continental shifts, yet, somehow, attracted to them by a format of making compensation...
no... the english can care to look all pretty... but they're pretty much as ugly if not uglier than the Quasimodo... fool me once... fool me a second time... third time? sure as **** i'll know that you occupy an island as a people;
it always appeared nice on paper... but when it came to the a ctual enterprise? hardly a Reagent's Park mosque... i'd have to be Muslim to think the British weren't formerly the scourge of America as the infamous red coats... die rotmäntel...
do i look like an eager *******, or an even more eager ice-scream scooper?
well then... what's with this Brexit hype?
it's a ******* island... it was never a continental concern... the British were: red coats... red... coats!
i charge against the wall with the horns of a goat, and the cranium of a bull!