Post more Proof brits are superior
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Shit. I gotta grab the time machine and inform Washington.
OMG PIZZA WITH CHEESE THAT IS PROOF PIZZA GATE IS REAL
>Heinz
Literally founded by a german
HOLY SHIT LAD
POPPING DOWN TO ICELAND RN
So, you mean it Halal.
Pleb-tier
Literal cancer meal
Uhm sweetie, I would totally eat that
since when is toothpaste cheaper than mints?
>diet cola
no
We have that in my state
Sheeiitt gonna dump all my food
I don't get it
whats the problem with aspartame tho?
Is only an aminoacid, you eat a lot of those with meat.
a good night
Just another boogieman like s o y
>posting halal Turkish Muslim food
Fuck off achmed
hmm
>Hungry Breaks
Had that garbage before, absolute shit food
Lot's of greasy stuff.
I don't mind the fat, but surely there must be something lighter in british cuisine
STOP POSTING CHICKEN SHOP MUSLIM FOOD YOU FUCK
You are a massive faggot.
would eat
its a cheeky donna ya mad cunt
would not eat
that pie is fucking burned to a crisp.
looks like my morning shit
>british """cuisine"""
there's loads of light seafood dishes: kedgeree, kippers, plaice in white sauce, fish patties, pilchard pie, crab cakes etc.
the chink doesnt give a fuck as always.
And they say behavior isnt based on genetics
would eat
Aaaaaaaaaaah fucking stop it!
How can you go into those fucking places youre either a Paki or traitor
spot on with mash them cunts
that sounds amazing desu
jesus fucking christ if Americans think your food is an abomination you seriously fucked up
halal snack packs are unironically tasty as fuck.
its the minced up raped 14 year old girls that make it.
the state of plebs itt...
>in n out
begone cali trash
>Frosty jacks
M8 I stopped drinking that pisswater when I was 15
yorkie pud korma
Is this legal?
I didn't even know they still made it tbqh
Oi gov ya cand say we Brits be superior cos that's racist!
in n out is fucking good tho.
>tfw only american burgers in australia are mcdonalds and hungry jacks (burger king)
spam n banger surprise
Literally a fucking greasy hair in it.
Absolute filth.
I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.
this actually looks fuckig great
I can hear your cancer speaking
Bet no one can guess the round thing on the right
shit im hungry fuck its nearly 12am fuck you pom cunts
dont judge them theyre not allowed to eat actual pork this is the closest
bab bomb
>this thread
potato cake?
O flower of Scotland
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again
fuck you sun
Litre of that shit with a bomb of fet and you can't go wrong
yeah but the chips are half done so it evens out
fuggin lush
Apart from Mountain G*rmans, we probably are
nyet comrade
Christmas party shit
That coke bottle wtf
Tongues of fire on Idris flaring,
news of foe-men near declaring,
to heroic deeds of daring,
calls you Harlech men
Groans of wounded peasants dying,
wails of wives and children flying,
for the distant succour crying,
calls you Harlech men.
Shall the voice of wailing,
now be unavailing,
You to rouse who never yet
in battles hour were failing,
His our answer crowds down pouring
swift as winter torrents roaring,
Not in vain the voice imploring,
calls on Harlech men
Loud the martial pipes are sounding
every manly heart is bounding
As our trusted chief surrounding,
march we Harlech men.
Short the sleep the foe is taking,
ere the morrows morn is breaking,
They shall have a rude awakening,
roused by Harlech men.
Mothers cease your weeping,
calm may be your sleeping,
you and yours in safety now
the Harlech men are keeping,
ere the sun is high in heaven
they you fear by panic riven
shall like frightened sheep be driven,
far by Harlech men.
nee other bong gonna post their grubz leek?
it tastes like shit
i'm so glad to be french. The worst meal in France is better and tastier than the best meal in bongistan. I spent 3 months in London few years ago, i ended up being depressed by the awful food, i lost few stones too since it's literally better to die from hunger than touch their cancerous shitty food.
Seriously i pity them.
Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules
Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these.
But of all the world's brave heroes, there's none that can compare.
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.
Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball,
Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal.
But our brave boys do know it, and banish all their fears,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.
Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades,
Our leaders march with fusees, and we with hand grenades.
We throw them from the glacis, about the enemies' ears.[N 1]
With tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.
And when the siege is over, we to the town repair.
The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier!
Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears!
Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.
Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health of those
Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the loupèd clothes.
May they and their commanders live happy all their years.
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers."
Historical terms
>knife not included
Cringe