I suppose this post has two main functions;
1. To prove, once and for all, that my foul mouth is purely the result of culture and nothing at all to do with personal choice, and
2. To celebrate the great British sense of humor, which I believe is the international gold standard in such matters.

Whilst walking down a populated street in the tourist town of Great Yarmouth, I did see, among other eye-watering things, the following stall, specializing in offensive chocolate.

And not two minutes later, did come across yet another example of the great British pass time of swearing for no reason.

You're welcome.