Wednesday, April 2, 2008

stanislav said...Mrs Dale Jam, Mrs Dale Marmalade, Mrs Dale Chutney and pickle fucking onion

stanislav said...

"...polling the readers." ???

Last time stanislav stray in fucking cardy world next door was when SuperCop topped himself after shaking hand with Nancy and was fucking thirteen miserable fucking bastard readers; thirteen fuckers all moan about declining fucking standard, vote for Mrs Dale into house of filth, select Mrs Dale for your constituency, buy Mrs Dale knitwear, send for Christmas hamper of Mrs Dale preserves, is Mrs Dale Jam, Mrs Dale Marmalade, Mrs Dale Chutney and pickle fucking onion; everyone sitting around sucking on fucking rich tea fucking biscuit. Is Mrs Dale polling all of those fuckers? Fuck, that'll be thrilling, best get gay bloke from St John Ambulance with clapped-out Bedford van and bag of bandages and half-empty bottle of smelling salt and put him on standby next door in case entire cardy flock piss themselves, choke on fucking denture and drop down dead with excitement.

Same time as thirteen cardy world readers over here was two fucking hundred and thirty fucking crazies; raving, incensed fucking lunatic lynchmob, howling for blood. Is no place like fucking home, eh ?


Mrs Dale on Big Brother, frothy venal, cruel, empty-headed rubbish for fuckwits. it's a step-up, I suppose, from where she is now.

love from stanislav

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