Oh! I forgot! I have one on my chest from where I got shot with a homemade bow and arrow when I was ten. The kid who did it was some snooty brat from the posh detatched houses down the road from my estate. When I'd done with bleeding and crying I went and knocked on his door. Mummy dearest answered and went and got the little shit. His dad had to phone my dad to come and get me off him.
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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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