The rest of your life is going to be so fucking miserable.
People who queue? Brexit bastards. The pub? Brexit bastards. Your plumber? Brexit bastard. The entire fucking working class? Brexit bastards. Everything before 1960? Brexit bastards, for some fucking reason.
Let it go. It's done.
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After you my dear Alfonse No. After you., Thu 8 Mar 2018, 20:05,
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You lost, get over it.
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wheresthefish Partly filled with wrong, Fri 9 Mar 2018, 0:28,
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