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innit

(You)

Do you cry when you do the haka??

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IGNORE ALL KIWIS

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dude

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This post is a rift in spacetime
The shift to the fifth dimension is coming /brit/
Open your third eye

Nearly the entirety of posts itt are yankies/snowyankies

Disgusting edition

This post was predestined

t. desert yank

Leave

It can't be

FOY

poutine genocide when?

Fug off yonkers

it must
God wills it

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Marvellous

>yank hours

breaking the conditioning

What did he mean by this?

Are the Lord of Darkness?

had 2 (TWO) burgers for dinner

just got from Taco Bell with me midnight snack

How do you reply to (you)

>(You)'d myself twice in one thread

Let's try again

Assemble the mandem
we march on Helms deep TONIGHT

This one was actually pretty funny

Cuck

hmmm

kek they have Tesco but it's not cultural enough so they call it Tesco Lotus? Is that like Tesco Express?

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>people who aren't members of the Elect

alri?

alri

alright enough of this
its getting silly

back on topic shall we?

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It's actually pronounced Teshko Rotus

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tune 2bqh

Smh

sounds just as shitty as i expected from the name

wallahi mans is gonna catch a body

misses just had a chat with me because she thought i hated women because she knows i patrol the 'chon

Look what was painted on the side of my house last night.

Tbf my mum is a bit of a slag.

Got a stern talking to didn't ya

What a beautiful morning

>Ghost to Ghost AM binge
>Ghost stories all night long

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LADS LOOK AT THIS BIRD HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

Having a long distance gf isn't great desu

You may now greenpost

>all the yanks go to bed
>thread goes into church mode

Yanks are the lifeblood of /brit/

Right

Time for you to leave

apprehensive

Pst.. I'm still creepin

>Having a long distance gf isn't great desu

Only 2am in New England and we're ahead of the rest.

>living in essex

Oh my days

She's got a point

This pigeon isnt photoshopped

>tfw I'm stuck forever in the outdated, obsolete, retro England

even less of the electorate voted to stay

people who don't vote have no say.

people that do that need to die

Oh shit I forgot to vote: the sign

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My gfs internet bf sent her more money today, apparently he thinks she lives abroad but he's in the same state as us. Feels good being the physical bf and spending all his money on booze

Yankee scum please go

This is real Dixie hours

>guy flies into Area 51 in his private place, calls C2C AM and gets shot down on air

wew
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I guess that means every election from now on is invalid because it's never a true majority

That's why I'm here desu /cum/ is full of gross westerners

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New England really is best England

TFW you watch Gilmore Girls and it dawns on you that you will never live in Stars Hollow.

Can't wait til the Queen releases England 3. Been waiting centuries.

Every story about a person struggling to pay the bills ever:
>Jo is a single mum of two from [town]

Well Jo perhaps you shouldn't have had two extremely expensive kids if you're only source of income was your job as a cleaner hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

Man from area 51 calls the show
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don't think i'd tell a misso i visited here desu

JOHN OF GAUNT

Will the king come, that I may breathe my last
In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?

DUKE OF YORK

Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath;
For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.

JOHN OF GAUNT

O, but they say the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony:
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

JOHN OF GAUNT

Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus expiring do foretell of him:
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
How happy then were my ensuing death!

Did the Aliens SILENCE HIM?

harsh

the reptilians found him

Oh God. The number of twats I see. "I'm on benefits. I can't afford child maintenance."

Just fuck off. They're your kids. You chose to have them. Why should I and the rest of society who can't afford kids pay for your mistakes?

any of you lads want to see me big toenail that I just ripped off?

Maybe if their deadbeat dads (yes they have different dads, I dare you to insult her for having a sex life) paid their fair share Jo would be able to raise her kids without worrying about whether the Sky Combo bill will get paid.

> without worrying about whether the Sky Combo bill will get paid

Parents worked 14 hour days. Never went on holiday, never claimed benefits, don't smoke or drink, only recently got sky as they approached retirement. But you try telling Dwayne and Stacey that. "All these immigrants are taking our jobs".

Haha bit fishy

Have a cousin who's like that. Literally moaning the other day about how "the world's against her"
Haha what how do they not realize it's their own fault

>never claimed benefits

Well that's their own fault. Benefits are there to be claimed, the government wouldn't offer them if you were supposed to not take them.

SCENE III. The English camp.

GLOUCESTER

Where is the king?

BEDFORD

The king himself is rode to view their battle.

WESTMORELAND

Of fighting men they have full three score thousand.

SALISBURY

God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.
God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
If we no more meet till we meet in heaven.

Enter the KING

KING HENRY V
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

That Henry bloke really likes to talk

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In the BBC Hollow Crown version, the Duke of York is played by Alan Johnson from Peep Show.

If documents are generally portrait, why are computer screens landscape?

holy shit excellent casting

Rasheed

I dreamed I stood upon a little hill,
And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed
Like a waste garden, flowering at its will
With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed
Black and unruffled; there were white lilies
A few, and crocuses, and violets
Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries
Scarce seen for the rank grass, and through green nets
Blue eyes of shy peryenche winked in the sun.
And there were curious flowers, before unknown,
Flowers that were stained with moonlight, or with shades
Of Nature’s willful moods; and here a one
That had drunk in the transitory tone
Of one brief moment in a sunset; blades
Of grass that in an hundred springs had been
Slowly but exquisitely nurtured by the stars,
And watered with the scented dew long cupped
In lilies, that for rays of sun had seen
Only God’s glory, for never a sunrise mars
The luminous air of Heaven.
And as I stood and marvelled, lo! across
The garden came a youth; one hand he raised
To shield him from the sun, his wind-tossed hair
Was twined with flowers, and in his hand he bore
A purple bunch of bursting grapes, his eyes
Were clear as crystal, naked all was he,
White as the snow on pathless mountains frore,
Red were his lips as red wine-spilith that dyes
A marble floor, his brow chalcedony.
I fell a-weeping, and I cried, ‘Sweet youth,
Tell me why, sad and sighing, thou dost rove
These pleasent realms? I pray thee speak me sooth
What is thy name?' He said, ‘My name is Love.'
Then straight the first did turn himself to me
And cried, ‘He lieth, for his name is Shame,
But I am Love, and I was wont to be
Alone in this fair garden, till he came
Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill
The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.'
Then sighing, said the other, ‘Have thy will,
I am the love that dare not speak its name.'

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Good morning lads!

gotta have surgery done on my willy in a few hours lads

bricking it

Good morning!