Dec
17th
2019
I've been sentenced to death, as per laws of England · 1:59pm Dec 17th, 2019
I may be an Englishman, meaning that drinking tea is a law over here, but I've been feeling so dead in the past few weeks that I'm considering switching to coffee! 
Annnnd now that I've said that, I expect that it won't be long until Queen Elizabeth sends along a jail chariot to either sentence me to death at the Tower of London or maybe she'll have me exiled. Maybe I'll end up in France, and the next time you hear from me, my name will sound like this -
Le FireRain or Pluie de feu.
Avec amour, d'Angleterre, FireRain.
*boops FireRain*
5170631
*Hisses like cat*
FireRain proceeds to stick fanny up like a cat while arching back and glaring at Crescent Glaive. She continues making cat noises.
You can - A: Take caution and walk around her. B: Offer a truce in the form of a belly rub or C: Try to entice her with a pleasant bum scratch and see if she forgives you.
I caution you, the wrong move may result in endless cat snuggles!
5170635 *chooses option D*
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I'm not sure if it's a statement on modern politics or my intelligence that I read the title of this blog and didn't think it was a joke at first.
5170641
Oh, Berry, not everything's as serious as it first seems, but I do admit I did it on purpose, for I am a Limey bastard just trying to have a bit of fun! As we say over here, ''Don't get ya knickers in a twist, darlin'!''
Now, eat your Ready Brek and drink your tea; you're a growing boy!
5170640
You bastard. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
*Begins purring and rubbing up against your legs.*
It would be more like "Francois Thomas FireRain"
Viva la energy drinks