by Sage546 September 11, 2021
A strange land akin to Brittany full of English? Welsh? blokes in straw hats with shotguns who speak like pirates and make some cracking cider, the type that will make you go blind or mental with bits of unknown radioactive material floating about inside. No wonder why they talk to pixies; fun fact miners used to leave pieces of Cornish pasties out for the pixies until the Iron Lady fucked it up because the unions got arse on and now we import coal from every fucker else instead.
It is also a popular holiday destination for skint people up and down the country as well as a popular destination for old people to wait for time to run out on the clock. They used to speak their own language and 500 of them still do but the English fucked everything up like usual.
It is also a popular holiday destination for skint people up and down the country as well as a popular destination for old people to wait for time to run out on the clock. They used to speak their own language and 500 of them still do but the English fucked everything up like usual.
Hey kids, we're going on holiday to Cornwall because I'm a tight bastard.
"You mean that strange land of druids and fairies?"
No son, I don't know what the fuck you've been drinking but wait till you try some of this cider you'll be in a nut house dancing like a bellend to fidget rave music with some hippies in the middle of some cunt's field.
"You mean that strange land of druids and fairies?"
No son, I don't know what the fuck you've been drinking but wait till you try some of this cider you'll be in a nut house dancing like a bellend to fidget rave music with some hippies in the middle of some cunt's field.
by Champagne SOYcialist October 19, 2021