Happy birthday, Anony!
"Let me think… well.. wait a second Scotland did you ask me this question?”
”Why would you ask me a question where you already know the answer to?”
But if it was not Scotland who asked me that question: ~story time with big brother France~
A few centuries ago, Francis and Scotland went out drinking together. And after some drinks Alistair asked Francis: “oi France, wooldnae it be fin tae wear a kilt?” Francis had never worn a Kilt before and thought “why not. Everything I wear looks fabuleux on me, and so will a kilt”
But someone thought that a kilt looked so good on Francis that he should only wear kilts from then on… The next day Francis wanted to put on some clothes, only to find kilts in his closet and no sign of any trousers nor anything that looked like them…
Merci Scotland, for the fact that you replaced every pair of pants in my closet with kilts…
He gets back at me by nicking my favourite vest and all my t-shirts, then replacing them with fancy button ups and ties.
That and I keep finding these fucking flowers everywhere.
asknewzealand, I miss ewe baaaad.
Excuse me while I go punch a wall to feel manly again.
Er…you do know that we’re brothers, aye?
But if you must know what our family life is like, I can tell you it is a tangled mess of cursing, bouts of rage and the occasional drunk confession of brotherly affection.
He was a cute wee potato when he was younger.
Now he’s a grown potato.
Wrong British Isle, I think you mean this one.
you cAN’T DO THAT.
THIS is Haggis.
You can’t “sneak” it into someone’s meal without them noticing, England’s not that fucking daft.
I wouldn’t know, seeing as I’ve only fucked people.