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And the wops. They just keep throwing the rotten bastards out, get another load of rotten bastards in and throw them out. Have a new government every seventy two hours and still have a better standard of living, better pensions, social care than poor old John Bull, fucked up the arse by a rancid criminal oligarchy of large, indistinguishable, nineteenth century political parties which feel they have an entitlement to rule over us and that everything is our fault and nor theirs.
O sole mio! Up against the wall, motherfuckers.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
stanislav said...O sole mio!
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Anonymous said...
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Personally, I always leave a good ten minutes between wanks. The bloke's a tosser.
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February 4, 2008 at 12:07 PM
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Maybe Nancy's hands are all permanently in claw-like spasm from him climbing the fucking walls, as he surely must be this morning. That and all the wanking, of course; let's never forget his other little preoccupation, masturbatum imperatus furore convulsio.
It is a fucking nightmare. Lardy big cyclops in a nappy, clambering around on the Downing Street picture rails, jumping down in the corner and having a big, shuddering, grunting dry wank, not even a dribble because its only five minutes since the last one, a quick chew on the fingernails and back up the walls again. It's fucking visions for Britain alright, only not the kind anybody wants to be seeing.