That moment when you can’t reblog something Harry Potter related because it says Sorcerers Stone instead of Philosophers Stone
Yes, I am British.
No, I have not met the royals.
No, I haven’t met the prime minister.
No, I haven’t met Benedict Cumberbatch.
No, I haven’t met David Tennant.
No, I haven’t met Steven Fry.
No, I haven’t met One Direction.
No, we don’t actually use the red phone boxes anymore.
No, I haven’t been to any of the palaces.
No, I haven’t been to 10 Downing Street.
No, I don’t know your friends because they were in London that one time.
No, that isn’t where London is on the map.
No, I don’t know what tiny little shop you’re talking about.
No, I don’t know London like the back of my hand.
No, I will not be your tour guide.
No, I don’t know anything about china ware.
No, I don’t know the secret for the perfect cup of tea.
No, my dad doesn’t own a top hat.
No, I’ve never been to Baker Street.
No, I’ve never been to a ball.
No, I’m not posh.
No, I don’t live in Kensington.
No, I don’t know whether all these myths you’re babbling on about are true.
No, I haven’t read all the Shakespeare plays.
No, the boys in England are not all perfect gentlemen.
No, not everyone likes crumpets.
NO, I WILL NOT SAY ALL OF THESE RIDICULOUS PHRASES FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT.
NO I WILL NOT DATE YOU SO YOU CAN SAY YOU’VE GONE OUT WITH A BRIT.
learnedimpartialandveryrelaxed:
I asked my French friend whether she wanted the last biscuit and she said yes.
ME ASKING SHOULD HAVE MADE IT PERFECTLY CLEAR THAT I DESPERATELY WANTED IT.
Bloody foreigners.
god damn it i just sat down with my cup of tea to watch doctor who and i forgot my god damn crumpets sigh