It is being rumoured in cyberspace that irrepressible TV bully, tabloid writer and moron, Mr Jerry Clarkson, below
DISGUSTING.
has sought and obtained an injunction, banning anyone, anywhere, at anytime from suggesting that his relationship with his mother, below
DISGUSTING.
It's this big.
is unnatural. Fatty Clarkson, who also writes for skymadeupnewsandfilth's lads's mag, The Times, is said by his followers to be spitting gudgeon pins at the idea that he is some kind of freak and has started up his Steam-powered Simile Generating Apparatus in order for it to develop some phrases of denial; the machine, famous for such gems as This Car Is So Fast It Feels Like Your Hair Is On Fire and This Car Is So Slow You Get Overtaken By Continental Drift and other phrases about how fast or slow a car is has failed, however, thus far, to generate a simile proving that Clarky is not a perv. It was designed only to exaggerate, in a colourful fashion, and not to tell downright lies, said the apparatus's inventor, professor Sir Magnus Turd of the University of Shepton Mallet; in the case of the horrible fucking bastard, Clarkson who is clearly a degenerate, happy to misuse his mother, even to the point of doing it on TeeVee, the apparatus just puts itself in sulk mode, like a mechanical Charles Clark.
DISGUSTING.
Jerry, please make it stop. Go on, bitchmummy, you know you love it.
Is Clarkson a Mummy-Molester? Should he be fired? Which of his mates should take over, the dwarf or the prat? Should we fill the jails up with rubbish like Clarkson, or should he do community punishment (only not, obviously, near any old ladies) in other words remain free, among decent people. Free. To smash up their caravans. Free. To rubbish Birmingham. Free. To accept free cars from the motor industry. Only you, Sun readers, can tell this loudmouth lardman where to sling his Aston Martin. Is it alright for this fabulously rich, spoiled git to put his dear mother on the game, especially when she has brought so much joy to the nation with her Paddington Bear toys? Come on, readers, lets tell this BBC parasite what we really think, that it's time for him to play the white man, like Mr von Cameron says.
Mr Fatty Clarkson with a tiny model of his wife, perfect in every detail and not the reason for anyone taking out an injunction. Gosh, doesn't she look happy? Well, what girl wouldn't, walking-out with the MotorMouth of Britain.
Mr Fatty Clarkson with a tiny model of his wife, perfect in every detail and not the reason for anyone taking out an injunction. Gosh, doesn't she look happy? Well, what girl wouldn't, walking-out with the MotorMouth of Britain.
