Millennials are whining that their "birth rights" are gone, and their "future" is gone. Aww, is that so, Snookums?
You mean, you really want to be sold into white slavery by filthy Pakistani swine? You want to walk down a street and have your head chopped off and shoved up your twat because you weren't wearing a burqa? You wanted the opportunity to either learn Polish or get your skull cracked open?
Christ, who are these self-indulgent dreamers? Ones who obviously have PLENTY of money from Mum an Dad. They're worried that they won't be able to buy another ten bottles of Bieber Cologne? Get front row to One Direction? Be able to buy the same outfits KATE or a KARDASHIAN wear?
They were told by Toffee Nose Camoron that they wouldn't be able to romp in their school uniforms at Eton or something. They might not be able to spend a vacation getting drunk in Spain. They might not be able to share shaved twat snapshots with some greasy Greek or some 70 year-old Frenchie pretending to be a 20-something.
As my actress rightly said today, the poor finally got SOMETHING. They got to send a message and they got to show the world that THEIR needs matter.
Millennials crying about Brexit should just leave the fucking country. Go teach English to the Somali pirates. Go try and teach birth control in Chad. Set up a Christian missionary in Syria. Take a boat out into the Pacific and tell the Japs to stop killing whales, and the Chinese to stop dumping plastic by the ton.
Sold out your future? You assholes are going to be choking to death, blown up, or killing yourselves within the next 20 years. Brexit just bought you some time to get to be middle-aged.
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