It's English, mate. Now that I'm hanging out with the fellows from across the pond, helping them with their monopoly money spending ways and all, I thought it would be quite the suitable time to embrace values such as tolking with a propah accent and writing sentences intended to confuse others and wot not.
For the record, that lot really doesn't like any "Queen Sized Bed" jokes. Especially when one of the characters in the joke, rather bed, is named William.
I'd save my breath, Anon. It's a slow and tried weeding process. Those with the fattest wallets will buy a fat tube and disregard the process. Those with a tube approaching the limits of Keira Knightley's waist and little to no understanding of the system will eliminate themselves. That is, until technologies like fiber optics and lightpeak-style copper usage take charge, and then this will be one of those issues that people don't care about anymore; like a tape getting jammed while you're recording off the radio or a well only allowing one bucket of water up at a time.
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