I'm British, here's my taxi story.

>get in taxi in London
>all going well so far, having a nice conversation about ducks
>all of a sudden it's bladdy 6 a bong
>I say "oi m8 it's bladdy 6 a bong ya willy wearin chav, turn dat bladdy radio on yeh I wonna listen to ar ma'rm's adress to the fellas of aur natiun
>he says "fakin ell m8 oim a bladdy maslim u cheeky kant, all hails to allah an all dat lark"
>e's only a bladdy not bong respecting infidel
>"fak off and drive a kamel u cheeky littal fak kunt"
>i reach over and turn the radio on
>he dies because his god kills people who listen to the radio at certain times
>mfw I enjoyed 6 a bong over his dead body

god bless aur marm