Saturday, 27 June 2009
Mr Cunt said that toxicology reports could take up to six weeks to reveal that Mr White Fairy was a totally fucked-up delusional nutter manipulated to death by Showbusiness, whereas if the license fee was increased appropriately not only would he be able to pay himself the several million pounds a year which he deserved but also the BBC would be able to employ that scowling ginger bastard off CSI and produce the toxicology reports in a forty minutes episode.
People simply don't realise what good value I am, concluded Mr Thompson.
Dame Kirsty Wark,
the BBC's grunting, hunchback, transsexual arts presenter, anchorman and nosebleedingly awful, skriking, snooty fishwife said that it was OK for the Stick Insect to go; she, himself had been in New York, only last week, to watch some films for the BBC and in Cannes the week before to watch some other films and anyway in the Newsnight studios they had enjoyed their own Michael Fairy Death Celebrations. Toxicology reports can wait, grunted Mr/Ms Wark, I and my guests, the hundred best Paul Morleys, Professor Germaine Nausea and critic, commentator and slag, Miranda Mouth are party animals so lets boogie on down, the noo, d'ye ken, outwith the reports and at the license payers' expense. Paul Morley, what's the most money you've ever earned from talking shite about Michael Fairy....?
Standing next to Sticky Emily on the Holywood Pavement of Crap was none other than skymadeupnewsandfilth's Kay Burley, below
In the house of commons, the prime minister of England, Mr Gordon Snot, himself a delusional, fucked-up nutter, said that the whole house, Mr Squeaker, would join with him in applauding his decision to change his own doctor. Just in case. And the house would now observe a minute's silence for Mr Presley, whose like we would never...... etc etc. It is the right thing to do.