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It's the curse of the English
accent that you're not always the most welcome in various places around the
world. There's times you feel like standing up and saying; "Why yes, my home
nation has indeed done some pretty bad shit in the past, and I'm not 100%
sure about the present, but I promise faithfully I wasn't personally
involved in ANY of it." Or the standard English cover-all comeback; "Of
course I'm not xenophobic. Why, one of my best friend's cleaners has a CD by
Julio Iglesias!" This is just a tongue-in-cheek tribute to those awkward
holiday moments, when you view the cup of tea placed on the table in front
of you with utter suspicion. Hey, don't look at me like that, some of my
best friends are foreigners... ;->
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Hey,
Ingles, your cup of tea...
I put a
spit in it... hah.
Hey, Ingles, your cup of tea...
I put a
dead spider in it... hah.
Hey, Ingles, your cup of tea...
I put a
ball of dust from under table in it... hah.
Hey, Ingles, your cup of tea...
I put a
hair from my armpit in it... hah.
Hey, Ingles, your cup of tea...
I put a
foot-cheese from under toenail in it... hah.
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