Story here and here.
The French may like to think Chanel No 5 is their scent, but we all know that garlic and stale Gitanes are much more representative.
We demand a revision in the spirit of Apocalypse Now! Give us the smell of warm beer, tea, newly mown cricket pitches and Marmite in the morning; it smells of victory.
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that result doesn't surprise me: you foreigners are all a bunch of shitheads.
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