No more fighting wars for the Froggy Bastards then, dear diary!
And stuff that smug-froggy-French-bastard Sarkozy! my froggy-hating bastard diary.
The snail-eating puffter won't let me and the missus attend the 65th 'D-Day' remembrance ceremony!
Bugger me , if it wasn't for me and Churchill, the French bastards would be serving schnapps to the Master Race by now!
The bloody-stupid-froggy-sods built an impregnable defence line and didn't realise that the enemy would come in behind them!
So stuff the bloody-thicko-bastards!
I'll take Lizzy and the kids out to Scotland and kill every bloody living thing in sight!
What's the point of being the President of the World Wildlife Fund if you can't have the pleasure of killing those defenceless furry and feathery beasties?