in 1692 i met ritter in a shabby tavern on the thames he was eating a bowl of something that looked like muddy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ while i was just coming off a nasty bout of syphilis i picked up from some french cabin boy. we looked into eachother's eyes longingly and ritter uddered the only words i ever needed to hear "you're a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' queer one aren't ya?" after that, we were inseparable. we fought in the war of the third coalition together, breaking spanish ships at trafalgar (me sponging and he loading). but after the end of the sixth coalition war i had decided to leave the empire and retire to the fertile lands of south africa, was promptly kicked out, and had to settle for the bread basket of the usa.

uuuhhh +1 rep smells of lavender with subtle hints of mica poisoning

https://youtu.be/AF7qrDujmw8

quality brit

wheres the schmeet!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWBcBEk9T5g

This guy wants the fucc