It was at that moment that Madame Cholet entered the park, and like a mad parody of the Baseball Furies scene from The Warriors, set about the gang of delinquent litter picking tree huggers with her huge wooden spoon, yelling "get back to your crisp packets and come tins, you lazy cunts!".
The cowardly little fuckers ran off, whilst Uncle Bulgaria had a coronary and a hernia in a rose bush.
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Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture....
THE WESTCOUNTRY SHALL RISE AGAIN!
Yay! It's pink!
Don't think.... FEEL!
We're Englishmen, and we came here, to rape your women and drink your beer.
I went back in time and voted for Hitler.
Pouring oil on troubled waters since 2008. Then lighting a fucking match.
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