I'm English

I'm English

i'm sorry

At least you're not a kike or a kraut... or some butthurt Russian minority this site is swarming with.

Im a based Turk

I'm Welsh

I am also english

I'm England

Fuck you

I'm Paki

I'm CIA.

Tell me about CIA

I am also english(2)

You really expect anyone to believe that?

kys

I am so sry...

cheers luv!

check your privilege you white scum

You are what you say you are.

>anglo dad
>jewmeridian mom

...

i'm irish and i live in ireland
please take back your settlers

Hi English!

im a cornish bey

Is it true that in the UK English refers specifically to (native) White people?

aye me mums cornish

Yes, in a sense.

Im english too mate

Hey guys first ever morning in London

About to go to an english breakfast restaurant

Any suggestions on what to order?

Well, I would suggest the English breakfast, user.

I'm a big guy.

The freedom of anglorcs is an insult to me. I'd have them all in zoos.

I'm Swedish.
YES

Why do you hate the Anglo race? We only wish to raise quality of life.

>Why do you hate the Anglo race?

You are a race...TO THE BOTTOM

LÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜL

Just kidding, I unironically love the UK. I just hate Brexitards. And slavniggers.

Happy New Year, my anglorc friends!

A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding veil and some in headgear or cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.

I love you