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I'm Abeee (but sometimes Nix) - a whimsically belligerent student reading Theatre & Performance at the University of Warwick.

'Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling, unless he treats you a damnsight better than the Almighty!'

O, what a Fortunate Fall...

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lykuh:

>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun” >my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”

lykuh:

>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”
>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”
>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”
>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”
>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”
>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”
>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”
>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”
>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”
>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”
>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”
>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”
>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”
>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”
>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”
>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”
>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”
>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”
>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”
>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”
>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun” 
>my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”
>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”
>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”
>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”

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"How lucky you English are to find the toilet so amusing. For us, it is a mundane and functional item. For you, it is the basis of an entire culture."

Red Baron - Blackadder // Private Plane 

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nosebacon:

 Tally ho, my fine, saucy young trollop. Your luck’s in. Trip along here with all your cash and some naughty night attire, and you’ll be staring at my bedroom ceiling from now till Christmas, you lucky tart. Yours with the deepest respect etc.
 Signed George.
 PS Woof, woof!

nosebacon:

 Tally ho, my fine, saucy young trollop. Your luck’s in. Trip along here with all your cash and some naughty night attire, and you’ll be staring at my bedroom ceiling from now till Christmas, you lucky tart. Yours with the deepest respect etc.

Signed George.

PS Woof, woof!

"If word gets out that I’m missing, 500 girls would kill themselves, and I wouldn’t want them on my conscience; not when they ought to be on my face"

Lord Flasheart, Blackadder Goes Forth

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"Believe me, Baldrick, eternity in the company of Beelzebub, and all his hellish instruments of death, will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me… and this pencil."

Blackadder III, Ink and Incapability

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    [Blackadder disparagingly proffers a potato which is all the rage at the time despite being rather unimpressive]

    Blackadder: I mean, look at this. What is it?

    Baldrick: I'm surprised you've forgotten, my lord.

    Blackadder: I haven't forgotten. It's a rhetorical question.

    Baldrick: No, it's a potato.

diraega:

“Hello Bridesmaid, like the beard; Gives me something to GRAB onto!”

- Lord Flashheart

Hallo to all of my new lovely followers! and hallo to all of my previously-following-me followers (I didn’t want to call you “old”. You’re not old!). I dedicate this picture of Stephen Fry and Tim McInnery being hilarious and awesome to you. Get a load of that moustache!

Hallo to all of my new lovely followers! and hallo to all of my previously-following-me followers (I didn’t want to call you “old”. You’re not old!). I dedicate this picture of Stephen Fry and Tim McInnery being hilarious and awesome to you. Get a load of that moustache!

(Source: ouvrezlechien)


Queen Elizabeth:“Did you miss me Edmund?”Edmund Blackadder:“Madam… life without you is like a broken pencil.”Queen Elizabeth:“Explain.”Edmund Blackadder:“Pointless…”

Queen Elizabeth:“Did you miss me Edmund?”
Edmund Blackadder:“Madam… life without you is like a broken pencil.”
Queen Elizabeth:“Explain.”
Edmund Blackadder:“Pointless…”

(Source: missbabcock)

I’d apologise for the Blackadder spam but no.