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
Is that from last night? Judging by the pictures her rehabilitation is under way and she's had a makeover, pass the sick bag.
Yes, last night; very heavily made-up and rehabilitated to fuck. Time to move on.
Not the lying eyes or the wobbling jowls. Still, mistakes made and lines drawn under stuff.
OH MY GOD!Sat here, some distance from the screen, I Ctrl ++ to enter my comment, hideously, this large, wobbly, pock-marked jowelly countenance appeared in the background. Powdered, amd lipsticked. . . . The horror.Fuck knows what my comment was.
whilst the people commenting here are busy making cosmetic quips, there are real news-stories breaking out there. personally, i am utterly disgusted about reports of a number of youths who, after being allowed to stage a debate in the house of commons chamber, repaid the kindness shown them by raiding the parliamentary tuck-shop. i'd like to slap them all round the head with my wooden spoon, little shits.
She's got a big nose, too.
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