Kept finding myself become very "british"
"I'm not paying that for my tea you scruffy oaf!"
"Here's your opium, as requested my.. little yellow friend"
and the like..
Anyway i failed to meet her Majesty's final supply quota but dont fear, i walked onto the harbour, shook my fist at the sky mumbling something about "greedy yellow scrotes"
..and shot myself
(, Sun 13 Feb 2011, 13:58, Share, Reply)