Hey Stepinfetchit, be a good chap and bring me shome more *hic* wine. None of that Chablis shite, either, makes my farts smell like dog snot.
I'm not a waiter, limey idiot.
Yesh, I am Prince Charles. Ears tip you off? Sorry about the vomit, but it's good your tits hang so low so it didn't hit your shoes. See, I crossed the pond on my yacht to escape the folks rioting
Lord, strike me down!
'cause I was fooking my mum in front of her hubby, and OWWW!
I said strike ME down you incompetent excuse for a deity!
