Queues, Quid, Queries and Queers

So after being in London for about 6 months I’ve been slowly infected by Britishism. When saying thanks, I often use “cheers” instead. I put HP sauce on my chips, which are very different than crisps. I make small talk about the Arsenal Football Club. And I have been drinking tea almost daily. Basically, I am now a big fag. But, I guess things really haven’t changed much.

Quit being a fag long enough to get me some cream before I rape your soul.

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