JonathanEx
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I dunno. Could be the British adaptation of Orange Is The New Black.
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BritGAF |OT5| Superb Birds, Absurd Turds and Disturbed Nerds
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You're not so bad yourself spoat!
JOIN ME AND TOGETHER WE CAN DEFEAT THE SITH!
Why cant we all just get along? I think the sith just need a hug. But I'm down either way
Err, not really. Disillusionment with your country = go and fight for your country's army?
Yeh, sorry realised after I posted it what you meant. Hoping people would breeze over it lol.
dapperbandit
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Perhaps you should become a masked vigilante, Jimbor.
Screaming Meat
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You have grossly over-estimated the size of my sex.
A masked vigilante that beats the shit out of career politicians? You could be onto something.
Well it certainly doesn't speak highly of your current circumstances, let's put it that way.
I'de vote for you.
Screaming Meat
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Hahahahahahaha
I've come to that stage in my life where I think "it might be time for me to take up arms."
Well, it depends on how you look at it, you could argue they are being hoodwinked. Poor, disenfranchised young men, usually ashamed of their love of Western decadence who get recruited to join up to a cause who will then use them for their own political gain.
Screaming Meat
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Take the "ashamed of Western decadence" bit out and you've got every army in the world's recruitment method.
The British Army seem to be taking a position of it being a wholesome family activity recently.
CHEEZMO
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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Screaming Meat
Unconfirmed Member
Aw. Lil Wilfred Owen. What a dude.
My current life circumstances are pretty peachy, merely remembering my youth.
True but most of them will probably be too dense to realise. Ignorance is bliss and all that.
Such an amazing poem.
Screaming Meat
Unconfirmed Member
Sure is.
Ha!
Don't Britain recruit at 16 too? I think A.I. deems that as Child Soldiering.
Certainly is. I spent a while re-reading some war poetry a while back (and some inspired by the Troubles) and I'm yet to find anything that quite compares to Dulce et Decorum est.
I might have to punch you for your lazy and cheap appropriation of the work Cheezmo. You could've at least overlaid the text on the image so it was all internet-hip.
If I was a pompous English grad (which I am), I'd describe it as ' coruscating '. It's just righteous.
Jedeye Sniv
Banned
I think you mean the south and YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT US!!!
I have walked amongst your people and observed their ways. They are a strange breed with funny accents and bizarre terms for mealtimes.
I have concluded that if we can agree both a currency union and for London to take all of the UK's debt and absorb it into its rotting heart, I will be voting for Northern Independence on [insert date of Scottish Referendum].
How will the north survive without cornish pasties?
Musha_Soturi
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There was a really hot guy on the tube home. Vest top, huge biceps covered in tats, big green eyes, stubbly beard, I was literally swooning. And I was stood right by him at the end of the carriage, so every time someone wanted to get off I had to practically push myself into him to let them past. Hnnngggggggg.
Really hope he's on the same train tomorrow
Really hope he's on the same train tomorrow
Little Old Man
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There was a really hot guy on the tube home. Vest top, huge biceps covered in tats, big green eyes, stubbly beard, I was literally swooning. And I was stood right by him at the end of the carriage, so every time someone wanted to get off I had to practically push myself into him to let them past. Hnnngggggggg.
Really hope he's on the same train tomorrow
We should use this inspiration to write a screen play for a Brit Gaf romcom.
There was a really hot guy on the tube home. Vest top, huge biceps covered in tats, big green eyes, stubbly beard, I was literally swooning. And I was stood right by him at the end of the carriage, so every time someone wanted to get off I had to practically push myself into him to let them past. Hnnngggggggg.
Really hope he's on the same train tomorrow
That's sexual harassment, mane.
Sausage rolls
Little Old Man
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Also I've heard of porn from Japan where guys do what Musha did to women on the underground, except they go all the way. So that idea has already gone.
NinjaBoiX
Member
Actually I just think a lot of people are naturally unfunny and really should be prevented from attempting jokes.
This is my new favourite opinion ever
show me your skeleton
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There was a really hot guy on the tube home. Vest top, huge biceps covered in tats, big green eyes, stubbly beard, I was literally swooning. And I was stood right by him at the end of the carriage, so every time someone wanted to get off I had to practically push myself into him to let them past. Hnnngggggggg.
Really hope he's on the same train tomorrow
misandry, plz.
Little Old Man
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You must be fun at parties.
Well to continue this elitist train of thought, before websites had "meme generators" to add text to an image you had to have a small amount of brain cells to know how to use a graphics programme. This small bit of brain power also meant you likely knew how to construct a joke. I'm not saying early Internet was home to the kings of comedy, it's just that there was a small entry barrier that did prevent halfwits from trying. Basically today everyone thinks they are a comedian and that's the fastest way to ensure a lot of unfunniness.
But seriously a lot "funny" image macros are literally stating a situation and the joke is you relate to said situation. It's funny because it's true.
Of course I realise I'm not the best person to act elitist about humour since my sense of humour is basically on another planet compared to most.
Well lucky for me parties don't usually consist of people swapping image macros they made on imgur around. Just drinks and card games.
show me your skeleton
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jesus christ, koalas are terrifying.
All seriousness, I think its more just a case of growing up and sense of humor changing. Stuff I found funny a few years ago is terrible now.
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