british hijabis edition
/brit/
the wagies lament
another day he slaves away
6 am bus, theres bills to pay
half an hour lunch, toilbergs timing
wolf down cold pasta then toil bell's chiming
he works all day in his tiny square
then struggles home to his flatshare
comes inside, flops in bed
takes a drink to help his head
life is speeding by his head
would it be better to be dead?
sleeps and dreams of leaving this coil
then its wake up wagie, time for toil
>“You had to lose your illusions while still holding onto some sense of possibilities. But more so, your illusions of adult life and a life without limitations. Which, I think, everyone dreams of and imagines at some point. The song that needs to be sung is one about how to deal with those things and move onto a creative life, a spiritual life, a satisfying life and a life where you can get through the day and sleep at night. That is what most of those songs were about.”
deep
congratulate this lad for his first gf
fucking hell you are one stupid cunt, you are utter cunt to this general
why are brits so rude?
yes I MAY have the neck girth of a small, emaciated african child but can YOU spend £100 in one shop?
goodness, this one really needs some cream on his arse for all that redness.
>14.5