thats because yall dont know how to party too stiff upper lip to let loose too busy licking the queens boots to let your hair down all work and no play makes john a dull boy and yet in all that time you cant update your spelling to something sensible im shaking my damn head here watson you keep this up and im gonna schedule an intervention your friends worry dude
You don't update what's right, mate. And since we came up with the language, I'm pretty sure we've got the market cornered on how to do it right.
You've also obviously never been to a proper do in London. We know how to have a good time. It's not all fancy dress and cocktails with waiters in white gloves.
a proper do watson are you reading your own words i cant take this seriously i give up on you youre a terminal case doctor im sorry also fuck off you dont have the market cornered youre the stuffy old grandparent waving a cane at the new generation who knows how to do slang better things werent like this back in my day back then we walked fifteen miles uphill through the tea fields just to reach a dictionary and we liked it that way you whippersnappers with your internuts and your goggles dont understand hard work thats nice grandpa now sit down before you put your hip out of joint
You think you've got the chuffing market cornered for Matheson Lang, have you? I'm a London rob, born and raised. Reckon I could spin circles 'round you if that's where you wanna scapa.
All y'all limeys wouldn't know your way round a bowl of cornmeal grits if your mama was right there learnin' it into your pate. Y'think you can throw down at the rodeo, but you'd be hollerin' and hogtied 'fore pa's got the tractor started. Y'all'd've been best mindin' your own beeswax, son. Not a one of you city slickers got the good sense god gave an acorn. Think you grab the bull by the horns, but you're too damn big for your britches, ain't that right?
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not like options are thick on the ground anyway
good luck to us with not dying
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but the entire universe is dead where im from so its a moot point
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We'll try to make sure this one stays alive, then. By kicking arse, shouting about eagles, and tattooing flags places they shouldn't be.
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do you seriously spell it arse
sounds like a kind of cramp a pirate would get
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[And we're going to pretend that his American mun spells things the British way all the time.]
And try not to be cute. Doesn't suit a cool guy like you.
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thats the american dream watson
dont shit on my heritage
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too stiff upper lip to let loose
too busy licking the queens boots to let your hair down
all work and no play makes john a dull boy
and yet in all that time you cant update your spelling to something sensible
im shaking my damn head here watson
you keep this up and im gonna schedule an intervention
your friends worry dude
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You've also obviously never been to a proper do in London. We know how to have a good time. It's not all fancy dress and cocktails with waiters in white gloves.
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watson
are you reading your own words i cant take this seriously
i give up on you
youre a terminal case doctor im sorry
also fuck off you dont have the market cornered
youre the stuffy old grandparent waving a cane at the new generation who knows how to do slang better
things werent like this back in my day
back then we walked fifteen miles uphill through the tea fields just to reach a dictionary and we liked it that way
you whippersnappers with your internuts and your goggles dont understand hard work
thats nice grandpa now sit down before you put your hip out of joint
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voice;
All y'all limeys wouldn't know your way round a bowl of cornmeal grits if your mama was right there learnin' it into your pate. Y'think you can throw down at the rodeo, but you'd be hollerin' and hogtied 'fore pa's got the tractor started. Y'all'd've been best mindin' your own beeswax, son. Not a one of you city slickers got the good sense god gave an acorn. Think you grab the bull by the horns, but you're too damn big for your britches, ain't that right?
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This where Ah say yer all hat and no cattle?
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You ever do that again and I'm going to report you to England.
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