My hate story goes back to when I was a ten year old young gentleman living back in the gentle countryside of cambridgeshire England.
I was at my friends house playing in his garden. We were both skipping rocks into the river as an old man walked past. He came up to the fence as i threw a rock into the water and said " you are not in the jungle anymore boy".
I didn't understand it at the time but my friends mother was livid and began searching for a brick to throw through his window. Luckily that didn't happen.
Stereotypes people.
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