Wave goodbye to your UK pals, take your country to the dogs, make all your pies and chips cost a fortune, never have a good job again, get invaded by anyone with a shotgun, and have to use the Bolivian Kip as your currency.
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Delight all the effing Tories, get bossed around for the next 300 years by a bunch of patronising tossers in Westminster, be laughed at by bankers, and suck up policies designed to screw you and fatten rich Southerners.
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