Tuesday, 22 December 2009

Sock muppets and panto minded queens

If only they smelled like a rose and we didn’t know them by another name.


How vast is the paucity of their mental horsepower.


Only the spawn of a commie bastARD COULD BE A MINSITER FOR ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING. Which one of your ancestors was in the CHEKA or GESTAPO, Rosebowl? You must have been mightily pleased to meet your cousins several times removed though? Which post in the NWO are you hoping they’ll give you Fingers? Sinister for corrections and disappearances?


Let this be a lesson.


Always kick the fuck out of them at any and every opportunity. What you got to say to that you banana waving monkey stew? You alien object in a green and pleasant English land.


SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU VACUOUS CUNTS AND STAY AWAY FROM THE CHINK BUFFET.


And that goes for you too Commie Binliner. Fuck off and panto a fairy tale femme fresh.


Heads up.