> the very gentle English will revolt in the most extraordinary way
What did he mean by this?
Farage Revolt
Jordan Taylor
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Luis Allen
We'll scrub ourselves down with brillo pads
Grayson Scott
We'll tut REALLY loudly.
Charles Hughes
The Legions of the Buttering Knife will form ranks.
Jason Rivera
They will dump all the tea into a harbor.
Ayden Gutierrez
glorious revolution part two
i wonder who gets to be chuck the 2nd?
Cooper Myers
They'll put it through, but it will be such a weak brexit that it would barely be worth doing at all. But people will think we're out and go back to watching Gogglebox.
Not to mention that from March 31st we'll need 14 member state's permission to leave, which is probably what they're dragging their feet for.
Tyler Butler
>What did he mean by this?
We'll start burning our toast and chips on purpose!!!
Angel Martin
He means
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy -- willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.
Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.
It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.
Luis Martinez
>dawn of parliment meeting
>barricade the doors to it, members look tense as fuck
>they know they've angered the /brit/NEETs
>they voted majority in
>a thundering "REEEEEEEEEE" sounds outside of the building
>the trembling of the ground occurs just like the toilet rounds after a week's diet of just tendies
>"T-their here" bong khan osullivan murmurs
>"NOTIFY THE HIGHLAND GUARDS" board member chavmad bin guinness screams
>it's too late
>the barricade bursts open as a stream of tendy-feces pours out
>an army of /brit/NEETs covered in crayola-green marker colours and feces storm parliment, all clamouring the battle cry "REEE PARLIES GET OUT OF MY EXIT"
>the scottish highlanders arrive, they slay many /brit/NEETs with their two-handed haggis longswords
>but their efforts are in vain, they die suffocating on poop and chicken pie
>the /brit/NEETs surround the surrviving parliment members
>they unleash an ungodly sound, pointing their rear ends at the last of parliment
>parliment is executed with a hurricane of brown, half-digested fish and chips ,and smuggled mars-bars
>that day was henceforth christened "browns day"