Dear Guido Don’t worry about the Telegraph. Between fixing up toilets today Stanislav inadvertently bought a copy. It’s fucking rubbish, written by cunts, for cunts. Tired, hackneyed , recycled prejudice and the commenters are all house-trained by Mrs Dale next door, what a bunch of smug arseholes.
In a fashion which Guido might emulate, a far more important journal,. Viz magazine, is offering ten pounds in a brown envelope to any MP who, having frequented the same toilets as Mr Darling, can confirm the colour of his pubic hair; is it, for instance white, like his head, black like his fucking rotten, thieving, poncing, degenerate, warmongering NewLabour heart or maybe embellished with tartan highlights out of respect for his homeland, Scotland, the biggest council estate in England, to which, were Stanislav him, he would very hastily repair. And fucking stay there. Useless cunt.
(Given where he gained his journalistic prominence, Mr Toilets Maguire of the Daily Maguire is, obviously, barred from this offer. He must know more about this subject than any other cocksucker on Earth)
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Dear Guido
Don’t worry about the Telegraph. Between fixing up toilets today Stanislav inadvertently bought a copy. It’s fucking rubbish, written by cunts, for cunts. Tired, hackneyed , recycled prejudice and the commenters are all house-trained by Mrs Dale next door, what a bunch of smug arseholes.
In a fashion which Guido might emulate, a far more important journal,. Viz magazine, is offering ten pounds in a brown envelope to any MP who, having frequented the same toilets as Mr Darling, can confirm the colour of his pubic hair; is it, for instance white, like his head, black like his fucking rotten, thieving, poncing, degenerate, warmongering NewLabour heart or maybe embellished with tartan highlights out of respect for his homeland, Scotland, the biggest council estate in England, to which, were Stanislav him, he would very hastily repair. And fucking stay there. Useless cunt.
(Given where he gained his journalistic prominence, Mr Toilets Maguire of the Daily Maguire is, obviously, barred from this offer. He must know more about this subject than any other cocksucker on Earth)