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
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
HONEST, NOT INVENT.
Rupert Murdoch in Hyde Park, with his personal trainer.
Yes, the mind boggles; he's eighty, maybe she's training him to flee from Beelzebub's red hot pokers, when, shortly, we hope, he is eternally confined in the Underworld.
Rupe looks close to death and the personal trainer appears have been around the block one too many times.
ReplyDeleteI hope Stanislav is enjoying this, where ever he may be.
All said in 3 words.
ReplyDeleteDead man jogging.
ReplyDeleteNurse, the electrodes!
ReplyDeleteI dread to think what she might be training him to do.
ReplyDeleteYes, the mind boggles; he's eighty, maybe she's training him to flee from Beelzebub's red hot pokers, when, shortly, we hope, he is eternally confined in the Underworld.
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