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You subhuman baboon. You literal nigger.
How dare you speak, you swarthy marsh toad. How dare you open your big lipped, rim encrusted, menthol cigarette smelling mouth?
You are human trash, Jack-Briar Lees McAllistair O'Connor. Universally despised, derided and mocked. Your nationality and hair colour offers no hope to the world that Great Britain can ever prosper again. Crawl back in to the mud mound you came out of, you literal orangutan.
I hope you decide to sail your grandfathers skip to the Isle of Man and rape some sheep, as is in the potato negroes nature. It would still be the whitest pussy you ever had. Give Nigel and Robert a chance for some target practice, your sole use to the world. The C*lt's obsession with a few windswept islands in the North Atlantic is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only worthwhile contribution the Celts have made to the medical field. The MUH TIOCFAIDH AR LA sentiment in the average potato nigger is both an early warning sign of autism in children, and early on set Alzheimer's in adults.
Take your ginger hairy fingers off your keyboard, and never talk about the human species again, you mockery of our supposed shared ancestor.. No amount of olive oil and wheat flour slabbed on your face every morning will make you white. It's about as delusional of an idea as your daydreams of British heritage.
You nigger.
You make France look like a beacon of civilisation.
You are the Baltimore of Albion.
Go fertilise Cornwall with you and your families corpses, its the best you can hope for in life. For the first time in your life, nigger, you have a job making food for beings vastly superior to yourself. Haggis. Coincidentally, it would be the first time an Celtic "man" provided for a family.
Die, Jack. No one would miss you. Except for Australian Aboriginals, who now would have no one to make them look good.
