A collaboration between me and and the ever kick-assness of Jackidy!.
Disclaimer: We do not own Arthur, Alfred, Barack, Pokemon, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Scotland, Ireland, or any of the other countries. Or Lagers. Or French Food, thank God.
Letters From A Gentleman
Dear Alfred,
I'd happily trade my three and son for Canada any day, I can happily live without alcoholics, the Welsh metal and the teapot collection stashed in your old room. Actually you can keep them all but Wales; he makes the best cake in existence. Even France agrees. I wont my oh so 'prince charming'.
America you know Scotland cooks worse then me so unless you want a one to one introduction with a Haggis once again I suggest you shut ya pie hole. And French food is the cuisine of the Devil, just like the language and the people who reside there.
Northern Ireland had a similar opinion, he then complained for the nest week until I bought him the new pokemon games. He named his starter pokemon after you, the shouting of 'Alfred you fucking useless fucker' is hilarious. Apart from when it's at 1 in the morning. I swear that kid's insomniac. All I can say to that America is he was a good fuck back in the day ;)
Oh bugger, thanks for the head up
Surely it wasn't your horrible American stuff? Even I can't get drunk off of that piss water. Can barely even get a buzz!
Arthur.
P.S. My brothers are planning something for my birthday, save me…NOW!
