The entire time I was in England I had this unnerved feeling that reminded me of when me and my brother would put itching powder in each others clothes when we were kids
I felt nauseous the whole time I was there and then finally got legit food poisoning two days before leaving and wanted to die
Dying and going to hell is better than being in England
I can't take their stupid accents and their homeless people are grotesque in a way American homeless only dream of
And their rowdy street youths are so unnerving talking in their retarded Dr Seuss voices