It's finally the 23rd, at leat here in Burgerland. Brace yourselves for the coming hours.
It's finally the 23rd, at leat here in Burgerland. Brace yourselves for the coming hours
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I'm ready.
Brexiteer reporting for doodie.
Vote remain
Fuck you Omar.
fuck off Mohammed
I'm ready for the massive butthurt when 50.2% is the majority vote with a margin of error of .5%
Get comfy lads, a happening shall be upon us.
Either we'll get asshurt muslims rioting or we'll get ass hurt nationalists rioting.
It begins. Britain's ultimate cuckoldry.
>England succeed in voting to leave.
>EU says no you can't leave.
>Begin the EU Blitzkrieg.
>England fights the good fight.
>US and Russia attack the EU.
>China yells at island.
>Korea fights itself.
>Australia deals with kaiju.
>Japan increases sales of weird shit.
Ranjeep said, satisfied with his harsh takedown the brexiters. However, due to his diet of grease and spices, he had to shit for the 11th time this day. He quickly ran to his favorite window in his free 2,000 square foot apartment in londonstan, stood on a plastic crate he found floating in the Thames, and shoved his rear end out the window. Hardly before his sequined pink pants cleared the way, his hairless cheeks parted and jettisoned the leftovers of his mothers saag paneer out onto the street, scalding a 45lb starving 14 year old urchin and desecrating a statue of King George. Ranjeep sighed, and wiped the excess feces from his anus and cleaned his hand with a quick wipe on the inside of the window pane. "Good enough", he thought. Little did he know, the thread he replied to was quickly filling with comments...