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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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- EMPIRE BURLESQUE, PART TWO.
- RUINATION BLUES. BEFORE THE DELUGE. THE JACKSON BR...
- STANISLAV, A YOUNG POLISH GRAMMARIAN.
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- I DID NOT HAVE SEXUAL RALATIONS WITH THAT WOMAN
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- EMPIRE BURLESQUE
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- AND NATION SHALL SPEAK SHITE UNTO NATION.
- NEW LABOUR WINS ELECTION.
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- THE SUNDAY SERVICE WITH STANISLAV
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15 comments:
Mandelson isnt the only prince of my darkness in this show honey!
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Photographer catches moment that Cherie blair had her near bored to death experience .
Cherie later said "he started talking about how the G20 had gone well and that Britain had weatherd the storm , just felt like i was losing the will to live .
They both have their eyes closed, so the band must be playing Fred and Ginger's "Dancing in the Dark".
The lady is also thinking that the gentleman had garlic sandwiches for lunch.
I'm sorry,but I think I just pissed on your foot.
"I'd much rather you were my Tony."
"So would I, Gordon."
"Sarah and I swing, you know."
Oh, yes, you may take that for granted. And now that I have mentioned the arid and unprofitable deed, with its furtive and illusive appeal, I open the all-important question and vanish into a mysterious and unendurable impression.
Brown, "Can you smell my brute, Cherie"
Cherie, "smell it, I can feel it pressing into my fucking leg!"
Cherie " I'm cumming 0h yes, yes, yes!"
Gordon" Fuck it. the vibrator's batteries are running out"
"Jesus, Cherie - I always knew you were a bloke in drag"
McBroon - "Fuck me, you are even uglier this close up."
Cherie" - Fuck me, you are even uglier this close up".
The wide mouthed frog meets the bottom feeder!
oh gordon. you really must try to restrain yourself darling. for propriety's sake. just 2 more months until our sex-change ops. and then we can be together at last.
Cherie and Gordon wrestle over who gets to spend the rest of their life with Tony..
oh brown...bone-me baby...and please keep your eyes closed...the bulging balls of tony's extra-terrestrial-stare are really beginning to give me the fucking willies
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