Dwarf is ok.Not crime to be dwarf. Not ideal, mind. Nobody go down NHS headshrinker and say Fuck me Doc, is dwarf trapped in body of average size person, need counselling and operation and chop some out of leg, or squash in vice so is three feet high with head like fucking scrunched-up beach ball; can't go on if not allowed to be true to dwarf nature, get job in circus and James Bond movie. You know, is dwarf right to fucking choose, spend whole fucking life trapped in wrong body and demand operation. Never fucking happen in million year. Not even in fucking Redditch.
Why then has dwarves got own ministry of fucking dwarf community head up by dwarf fucking nitwit from Coronation Street, Blears the fucking red painted hair imbecile ? Eh? Head all sprayed up in British Leyland red. Is take positive discriminate too fucking far. How many fucking dwarves is there, anyway, to require own ministry ? I bet is only about six, although thinking about it, is easy for them to hide, just open cupboard under sink and fucking walk in; could be millions of the fuckers and nobody know. All look the fucking same anyway. Maybe come out at night and walk about in short shadows.
Whichever is true about how many are dwarves, hiding in cupboard like Albanian sex worker, is definitely one too many fucking dwarf on Question Time. And fucking Moron should leave off cocaine for five minutes or so. And fucking nutter woman from Cameron needs to grow a fucking brain with something in it. What kind of fucking unfortunate would take advice from that fucking eejit? Is not really adviser to leader of HM Opposition? For the love of God, country is gone in drain. Not matter about get fucked up arse by EuroBandit. Is already govern by dwarves and arsebandits and fucking Tony McNutter. Is time for abandon all hope amd get pissed.
mitch said...
Oh come on say what you mean! not of this politicaly correct pap. are you a plumber or a mouse?
Yes Mitch, right as ever. Is mouse. Miss out labour's Field Marshall Lord George Jock Robertson of Dunblane and Brussels. And Operation Ore. Thought everybody knew about him. Don't they?
- Shit-Bag said...
Stan, the piss thing is called 'urophilia' or 'golden shower'.
There is also a phenomeneneneon, which is especially popular amongst homosexualists, called the 'golden bath'.
This practice sounds rather disgusting, and I shall avoid going into any detail here because this is a fucking family blog and I don't want any underage fuckers reading this pornographic shite.
Word verification: pyssginge- stanislav said...
Dear Mr shit-bag
Thank you for kind education on pee-pee stuff. Will write down in Book of Stan, which is compendium of newly-learnt term of degeneracy widely practice among British parliamentarian, is like Satan's Desiderata.
What ungallant bounders you all are! I adore the perky Hazel, and with her would happily canoodle the night away, were it not that she is already Spoken For.
Petite, sexy, and a towering intellectual -- what more could a deaf, stunted, and mentally defective hunchback desire?
3:38 PM, December 14, 2007
Amen Dennis. A dwarf in every hunchback's Xmas stocking; 'swhat I say but......
What, please,is there to out ? Whole fucking world know, from baby in pram to granny in Zimmer. This fucking great hulking jock nancy, Brown, is fooling nobody. Is he ?
The very belated Brown "marriage" is after the style of great 1890s wit, author and entertainer, Lady Sir Stephen Fry, a happily married, naughty nineties man who could not appear on 19th century television for more than twenty seconds without psalming the glories of male to male fellatio, buggery, bondage, copraphilia and the piss thing, whatever they call that. Lady Sir Oscar was a pillar of the early BBC, his "marriage" legitimising him and permitting his anal obsessions to be masqueraded as wit.Why, even when a young child was abandoned or worse by her obnoxious holidaymaking parents Lady Sir Stephen was there in a shot, posing for a Daguerreotype, saying, me, too, I am a young parent too, just like normal young parents everywhere, my healthy lusty creamy white tadpoles have spawned armies of healthy, normal children. Lady Sir Stephen Fry had children by his much neglected and subsequently humiliated Mrs. Nancy Brown is of that arrogant caste.
His mad bastard father, now talking to him from up in Heaven, told him he was the cleverest boy who ever was and sent him off to a cleverboy school and he has been pretending to be the cleverest boy in the whole world ever since, handpicking his own school of religious and sexually aberrant cleverboys and girls, bossing them all around his private playground.
Nobody, he thinks, can call me queer because I have these children, one out of three of whom is from healthy white tadpoles: to have children you must put the lovestick where it doesn't belong, inside a woman, therefore I can't be a petulant, humourless, oppressive, deranged arse bandit, convinced that my little secret is safe, yet prey to every other arse bandit (Mr Mandelstein, for instance) in Westminster, every shitbag journalist in Fleet street, and the target of especial venom for out gays like Mr Murdoch's creature, Sweet and Agreeable Mr Matthew Parris, off Hampstead Heath.
QED. quad erat demonstrandum, as we say in Poland. As long as Gordon thinks nobody knows and as long as he continues issuing Cleverest boy initiatives to remedy the failures of his previous Cleverest boy initiatives nobody could possibly imagine that his father's wickedly cruel misparenting might have produced the grotesque spectacle who is prime minister of the United Kingdom; the lying, bullying, cowardly, snot gobbling, nail biting, hypocritical, bombastic, dishonest, incompetent, closet Nancyboy whom we all know and loathe.
The greatest obscenity of Brown's personality is not, of course, that he drinks hot chocolate; it is that he pretends he doesn't and is thus fatally compromised as a politician, never mind prime minister, and that in this dishonesty he is aided, not only by the whole house of degenerate thieves - dancing grandad Cable included - but by the entire BBC and the MSM ,who, even at this stage maintain, bizarrely, that there is something to out. Cunts.
Mind you if somebody did mention it on the BBC the great people's tribune and popular entertainer, Lady Sir jeremy Paxman would be slithering round to Downing Street as fast as his scales would carry him, bowing and scraping and cocksucking and apologising just like he did with that thieving ponce, Peter I love Brazilian Boys' Arse's And The UK Taxpayer Must Swathe Not Only Me But Also Raymundo Rent Boy In Absolute Hedonistic Expense Account Luxury Mandelson.
Closet gays, alcoholics, priapic old age pensioners, thieves, liars, bullies, coke fiends, money launderers, nonces, transsexuals, freaks, fraudsters and poison dwarves. What is there, exactly, to out ?
3:45 PM, December 14, 2007