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
Lucifer has gobsmacked Imelda by telling how much he`s got in (offshore) banks while Jug Ears looks forward to the fee for addressing the Baku Chamber of Commerce on behalf of Rentokil.
"Gawwww 'ey our Tony, look at the size of 'is flippin villa. Why can't we get one like that. Tell ya what, let yer mate Snotty take over the job and lets you an me go off an make some real money."
I think mr verge has the most profoundly sick and toxic imagination, amongst, it must be said, a truly foul company. His is a vision too horribly realistic for me, one I can all too readily conjure up, he should have the All Hail Col von Fawkes tee-shirt, the one with the burning Lebanese children on it.
If Silvio is finally ousted and banged-up it will be interesting to see what, if anything, Tony and Imelda have to say about their erstwhile holiday host; devout catholics, now, both of the slags, they will probably say that only God can judge the noncing old slag, rather as He is just sat up there in Eternity, awaiting Tony, so He can applaud him for the Iraq bloodbath, the cunt. Come and sit beside Me, son, made in Mine own image, you are obviously a pretty, straight guy.
Il Duce: "We double-team this bitch good, later, eh?"
ReplyDeleteCherie: "Sounds like a plan - good job I packed me strap-on."
Lucifer has gobsmacked Imelda by telling how much he`s got in (offshore) banks while Jug Ears looks forward to the fee for addressing the Baku Chamber of Commerce on behalf of Rentokil.
ReplyDeleteFrom left to right, this trio comprise:
ReplyDeleteI came,
I swore, and
I concurred.
What is Berlusconi doing with his left hand???
ReplyDelete"This pile of cash for us Silvio? You shouldn't have."
ReplyDelete"Does she have a daughter"
ReplyDelete"Ahh, that takes me back", says Blair, in response to Italian Premier's impromptu ventriloquism.
ReplyDelete'hey, shudduppa ya face, she was begging for it innit, anyways, eeets all a misunderstanding, iffa ya know whadda mean'
ReplyDeleteScouse minger:
ReplyDeleteAll together now, "Money can't buy me love!"
"Gawwww 'ey our Tony, look at the size of 'is flippin villa. Why can't we get one like that. Tell ya what, let yer mate Snotty take over the job and lets you an me go off an make some real money."
ReplyDeleteThe Mad, the Ugly and the Bad.
ReplyDeleteNew Italian Lottery Competitzione - Il Twatto - spot the twat.
ReplyDeleteI think mr verge has the most profoundly sick and toxic imagination, amongst, it must be said, a truly foul company. His is a vision too horribly realistic for me, one I can all too readily conjure up, he should have the All Hail Col von Fawkes tee-shirt, the one with the burning Lebanese children on it.
ReplyDeleteIf Silvio is finally ousted and banged-up it will be interesting to see what, if anything, Tony and Imelda have to say about their erstwhile holiday host; devout catholics, now, both of the slags, they will probably say that only God can judge the noncing old slag, rather as He is just sat up there in Eternity, awaiting Tony, so He can applaud him for the Iraq bloodbath, the cunt. Come and sit beside Me, son, made in Mine own image, you are obviously a pretty, straight guy.
Praise indeed. Too kind.
ReplyDelete(I wonder if Cherie gets her strap-ons pre-loved on ebay?)
Stop it!
ReplyDelete"Silvio you've got it wrong, it's called 'a bung', 'a bung', not 'bunga' 'bunga'!"
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