I'm on day 4 of drinking contaminated water

We kicked your ass off our continent and back to your inbred island over 200 years ago, and then begged us to save you from Europe 70 years ago, and now you are shooting yourselves in the fucking head

We will still have clean water though. And none of your chlorine saturated meat. But otherwise, yeah, Brexit will fuck us up and the government know this, that's why they are dragging their heals. Fuck the 52%, they are fucktards.

YUM

I bet you smell horrible.

*definitely

It was in the year '95 that a combination of events, into which I
need not enter, caused Mr. Sherlock Holmes and myself to spend
some weeks in one of our great university towns, and it was
during this time that the small but instructive adventure which I
am about to relate befell us. It will be obvious that any details
which would help the reader exactly to identify the college or the
criminal would be injudicious and offensive. So painful a scan-
dal may well be allowed to die out. With due discretion the
incident itself may, however, be described, since it serves to
illustrate some of those qualities for which my friend was re-
markable. I will endeavour, in my statement, to avoid such terms
as would serve to limit the events to any particular place, or give
a clue as to the people concerned.
We were residing at the time in furnished lodgings close to a
library where Sherlock Holmes was pursuing some laborious
researches in early English charters -- researches which led to
results so striking that they may be the subject of one of my
future narratives.

All of my doctors are up front with me, as are my various therapists over the last few years. My doctor explained to me that genetically, since my earwax was a certain consistency and color, I had the genetics from Asia that allows people to go without bathing and not have body odor. The only time I smelled, it wasn't my body, but my clothes. And he said it wasn't a foul smell, but a sweet and earthy smell like incense and herbs.

In public, you can tell if you smell bad or not from peoples' reactions. I don't smell bad.

My skin could be in better shape.

Reality is a lie.

Here it was that one evening we received a
visit from an acquaintance, Mr. Hilton Soames, tutor and lec-
turer at the College of St. Luke's. Mr. Soames was a tall, spare
man, of a nervous and excitable temperament. I had always
known him to be restless in his manner, but on this particular
occasion he was in such a state of uncontrollable agitation that it
was clear something very unusual had occurred.
"I trust, Mr. Holmes, that you can spare me a few hours of
your valuable time. We have had a very painful incident at St.
Luke's, and really, but for the happy chance of your being in
town, I should have been at a loss what to do."
"I am very busy just now, and I desire no distractions," my
friend answered. "I should much prefer that you called in the aid
of the police."
"No, no, my dear sir; such a course is utterly impossible.

This sort of thing happens occasionally in Britain as well.

Fairly recent example:
bbc.com/news/uk-england-lancashire-40656173

>too the flag

Should be ‘to the flag’.

Please, as a fellow Brit, try and avoid making us look like cunts.

what kind of incesne? i think I know you do you live in idabel?