The xenephobic fuck ends like you lot I encounter in daily life go a long way to making life down here deeply unpleasant.
If you were trying to sell England (which based on Cameron's hapless governance and continued Thatcherite fixation on revenue from the City rather than any form of production might be necessary when market collapse arrives) you'd have to give any potential buyer a significant discount per gormless Jeremy Clarkson wannabe in the country, most likely resulting in a deficit larger than any Scotland has managed to run up.
Cunts.
Would you have been any happier if I'd talked about selling Surrey rather than Scotland?
Would you have been any happier if I'd talked about selling Surrey rather than Scotland?