Friday, December 22, 2006
British Fishing R.I.P.
Once British fishing fleets were the worlds greatest.
Now some Euro fisheries cunt from Malta can define how much we can fish.
Fuck the EEC, the common fisheries policy and every single cowardly British Euro MP for not fighting this. The bunch of fucking cunts.
Once British fishing fleets were the worlds greatest.
Now some Euro fisheries cunt from Malta can define how much we can fish.
Fuck the EEC, the common fisheries policy and every single cowardly British Euro MP for not fighting this. The bunch of fucking cunts.
Oh, I'm surprised !
The men that were involved in the murder of the Bradford Policewoman, the people from Oldham that are accused of paedophilia, all have something in common, that the BBC, our august news service, have not mentioned.
They are all muslims.
Yes, they follow that evil crackpot cult.
Islamaphobia ?Me, are you sure ?
The men that were involved in the murder of the Bradford Policewoman, the people from Oldham that are accused of paedophilia, all have something in common, that the BBC, our august news service, have not mentioned.
They are all muslims.
Yes, they follow that evil crackpot cult.
Islamaphobia ?Me, are you sure ?
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
The 30,000 Calories sandwich
Thanks to Free Market Fairytales.
Thanks to Free Market Fairytales.
Office Party
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. According to some, I was very well-oiled after drinking wine at the afternnon bash, then washing it down with some tins of lager n idiot left in the fridge. I somehow made my wobbly way to the Blue Brick, was almost thrown out for loudly criticising the new decor. So what was wrong with a coal fire and gas lamps ? They were just so cosy. Tried to make out with Ian H's wife, the minibus driver initially refused to let me on, as I was pissing against the wall. Arrived in Broad Street, had an altercation with someone that bumped into me. Wended my swerving way to the Market Tavern and had a brilliant time bouncing away to punk bands. I remember the punk bands, i can't remember anything else, including how I got myself home. Wasn't too late, but I was very, very drunk.
After the events of last Friday I am applying to be the next
Bishop of Southwark.
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. According to some, I was very well-oiled after drinking wine at the afternnon bash, then washing it down with some tins of lager n idiot left in the fridge. I somehow made my wobbly way to the Blue Brick, was almost thrown out for loudly criticising the new decor. So what was wrong with a coal fire and gas lamps ? They were just so cosy. Tried to make out with Ian H's wife, the minibus driver initially refused to let me on, as I was pissing against the wall. Arrived in Broad Street, had an altercation with someone that bumped into me. Wended my swerving way to the Market Tavern and had a brilliant time bouncing away to punk bands. I remember the punk bands, i can't remember anything else, including how I got myself home. Wasn't too late, but I was very, very drunk.
After the events of last Friday I am applying to be the next
Bishop of Southwark.