Over my dead body. Friends! To the barricades!
Over my dead body. Friends! To the barricades!
My main school head-master was a former England rugby captain. Most boring cünt on the planet. I'd have thought rugby boys would be entertaining - one of our prep school masters had some U21 caps, which he showed us, and he was a laugh.
But the ex-captain was so dull it was unbelievable. Still, they've let in girls now and changed the motto so fück 'em.
The lefty bedwetters are also looking to blame Brexit on Thomas Cook collapse, rather than the fact they entirely outdated business model and have been run appallingly for the past 10 years