It doesnt matter where you go in England. In every shop, in every town, in every village in this strange little land you will see them. QUEUES. The Poms just love a queue. And its not just in shops. Those hopeless English bastards will queue out on the street as well. Who cares whats at the front of the queue? Not the Poms. There could be a pile of shit sandwiches on a dirty plate edged with rusty barbed wire and the English will get in a queue. Why did so many of the fuckers go down with the Titanic? Lack of life boats? NO. Lack of life jackets? NO. Most of them drowned because they were too busy queueing for a life boat or waiting in a queue to get a life jacket.
The other week I was standing outside a shop with a friend looking at something in the window. I became aware of a woman standing next to me. She looked at me, then looked into the shop window then looked back at me. 'Excuse me' she smiled, showing off her gingivitis riddled gums.. 'Are you a queue?'
well, maybe that lady got a little excited thinking that there maybe a fat, ugly, bald ,sweaty english man waiting to find his gingivitis queen!!
ReplyDeleteI agree, the english are all fucking mingers!!