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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.