The year is 1847 and you fuckin guessed it bruv that poxy potato failed again. Youre outside in your shithole of a village eating grass because thats your life now hehe. And there he was, the man of your peasant dreams. A british soldier uwu. You knew he looked at you with utter contempt, the same way you would look upon a dung beetle munching down on an elephants turd. Youre unsure why but something about his superiority complex and the fact that hes shot down many of the boggers of this village is mad peng. He makes eyecontact with you and yells some insult but considering you dont have a word of english you dont quite give a shit for all you know he just called you a ride. He walks a bit closer,leans towards you and as you prepare for your kiss with your one true love he spits in your eye.
:) hehe xoxo lorna
