I Love Beans

God I hate people outside of Britain, not for any racist or degenerate meaning, but because of their dumbass stupid statements about the best meal a poor man could make to appease his taste pallet, not just for him but for his whole family too.

BEANS ON TOAST, it's so good, I could eat it every day of the week if it didn't make my breath smell like my nan at her funeral. But people outside of Britain seem to think it's some evil, vile, horrid concoction that is putrid and rotten, they say that about my Heinz beans! MY HEINZ BEANS?! This will not stand, and neither will foreigners after I smash their legs in, since the first thing they comment on is how my house smells like those orange, sauce-covered delights.

And oh lord when those beans are put on toast, or bread too, it just becomes heaven! The mellow taste of the beans mixed with the plainness of the wholemeal bread creates a wonder of taste and a culinary masterpiece that not even Great Ramsey himself could match with all his might! And yet, still, people outside of my borders feel the need to trash and shit on this godly meal, and for this I tire, for this slander I grow ever less fond every time I am subject to this horrid, wrong opinion. Action must be taken now, before these fucking yanks, slavs, frogs, frankfurters, every goddamn people you can think of, ruins this holy meal for me forever.

God I love beans.

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