Stanislav, plumber by royal appointment said...Whole fucking government is gayer than fucking Household Cavalry batman.

Stanislav, plumber by royal appointment said...

Stanislav beseech Tory cartoonist in bowels of Christ, in name of God and all the holy blood and bones and relics and saints and shit, NOT make follow-up horror drawing of BBCs Nick Robinson do self-fellate, (Is suck own cock, Dennis; yes, make bad back, but not bad like yours; yes and sore throat maybe, but great deliverance for Mrs Robinson) as is widely reported in GuidoWorld. Thought of shiny bald head bob up and down in unspeakable posture, in raincoat, in Downing Street more than poor Polish plumber can bear.

Think Ruth Man Kelly probably suck own cock, too; grunt and slobber in deep brown voice, make self blowjob, basso profundo. God willing. Hail Mary. Lash my thighs, Jesus, with that sweet barbed wire, Amen. BBC hunchback tranny Kirsty Wark always hoarse. Always smirk, like: You wouldn't believe what I can do, the noo.

Make cartoon instead maybe of new home secretary is cookery teacher from fucking Redditch, arsehole of Midlands. You need two cups of flour, one cup of butter and a pound of fresh bogeys. Or is two pounds ? Not very good with numbers is Frau Schmidt. Or make sketch of new foreign secretary, is boy on work experience placement. Can't get old man up so buy baby from Internet. Baptise kid Gordon Douglas. Poor little bastard, got teenage freak for dad, better in fucking orphanage than come in nest of snot-gobbling vipers: eat your bogeys up Gordon Douglas and then Uncle Gordon will read you one of his dead father's sermons. All about Evil. And then we'll all sit around, bite our nails and have a big happy extended family wanky-woo. Won't that be nice? Fuck me. Is NSPCC gone asleep? First mad cunt McCanns and now sterile teen father, Millipede. Can any mad, dickless lunatic bastard just go and buy a child? Or throw in fucking ocean?

Stanislav get email from relative in Poland. Come home Stanislav, you is losing it, no other country mad like this. Run by fucked-up-arse larcenous, whoring, degenerate, drug addict incompetents. You has washed up in the Land of the Living Dead. Get poorly, go in hospital and is tortured by lazy nurse and filthy drug addict doctor and get killed from Alan Johnstone's DirtyBastard Disease. Go in with bad toenail, come out in fucking box.

Can't smoke cigarette, can't drink pint of fucking beer, can't eat portion of chip but some useless unemployable bearded West Country harridan called Dawn of Terror come round house with troops and throw in fucking prison.

Good Queen Brenda say Fuck me, Phillip, is fucking head-chopping raghead bastard pretend king come in palace for dinner tonight; King fucking Ali Baba and Forty Fucking Thieves all come and want sheeps eyeballs and camel tongues for dinner, dirty fucking savages. Expect me, Queen of fucking England, provide anterooms with lines of chopped-up Fergie powder and young boys with grease-up arseholes. Raghead fucking Ali Baba better off go and have dinner with fucking nephew Linley. Young boy bottoms, I fucking ask you Phil, what world fucking coming to, minister in my fucking government is fucking babbling drug addict zombie whore, rant and rave like fucking lunatic on national tv. Prime minister in my fucking government is eat fucking snot in front of whole fucking commonwealth and rest of world. Not exactly last night of the fucking proms, eh Phil? How'm I supposed to go out and face thousands of fucking aboriginals laughing their brown bollocks off at what they've just seen this fucking hideous Scotch pansy doing on You fucking Tube? Whole fucking government is gayer than fucking Household Cavalry batman.

And I tell you this and you can bet your sorry Greek fucking arse on it, if I see cartoon of smirking breathless New fucking Labour cunt Nick Robinson with own cheesy knob in fucking gob I is fucking abdicate and make nutter son for King, see what they make of tha spoiled uselss daft bastard. God save me.

2:55 PM, October 31, 2007