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>>72040071
I honestly couldn't understand a single word

>>72040424
Reminds me of how Trainspotting had to be subtitled in the states because they couldn't understand what they were saying.

>>72040424
I'd like to imagine this is what old English sounds like.

I can make out some of the words though:
"fucking I was watching GMTV and I thought *few words that sound like gaelic* is what you hang off. Then this advert came on for some bacteria yoghurt, and I thought "ah, that looks nice""
etc. etc.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfectchNtQM

>>72040610
It was 'I thought right you, time to get your kip, it was a good night of telly but its 8 in the morning, beyond a joke man, just ready to switch the thing off'

>>72040733
I really can't figure how you managed to make that out.

>>72040682
I feel like this what the average /Brit/ poster is like in real life.

>>72040781
I am Scottish

>>72040871
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxjSxN_JhWA

This one's more representative of the average /brit/ poster

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>>72041501
What about the one where he calls up his dad? that one hit too close to home.

>>72041443
Is it raining right now?

i don't get it. is it supposed to be a funny sketch?

>>72041579
The one where he dreams they all zipwire off the crane? It's one of my favourites, but the sleeping all the time one is scarily accurate

>>72041679
Not right now but it was an hour or so ago

>>72041679

fucken...

>>72041817
Yeah the zipwire, and oh the sleeping one where he falls asleep in the morning.

>>72041798
It's a vlog from a popular Scottish vlogger

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The cabin crew suggested we all go out and club it. I had no option. It was that or one of their B&Bs. I figured it'd be safer on the streets. For the first time ever I saw the Scotch in their natural habitat, and it weren't pretty. I'd seen them huddling in stations before, being loud but… this time I was surrounded. Everywhere I went it felt like they were watching me; fish-white flesh puckered by the Highland breeze; tight eyes peering out for fresh meat; screechy, booze-soaked voices hollering out for a taxi to take 'em halfway up the road to the next all-night watering hole. A shatter of glass; a round of applause; a sixteen-year-old mother of three vomiting in an open sewer, bairns looking on, chewing on potato cakes. I ain’t never going back… not never.