by Basil Benson » Tue Oct 20, 2015 5:57 pm
"Well little Madame, you've got your work cut out for you then, because I am British.
Policy dictates that I am to collect all hopes, dreams, and aspirations into a pile, package them up in brown paper as if this were Christmas, and then bury them as deep inside of me as they will possibly go. "
Basil took another swig of his beer before continuing.
"The yanks took all the can-do attitude with them when they left centuries ago. Now we're just a land filled with sarcasm and terrible food. "