Lord Piecrust of Mount
Temple - on - D'esque.
'I don't want to be a member of the
House of Lords. I will not accept it,'
John
Prescott, 2009
So here we have the fat, lying, ignorant, work-shy, greedy, secretary-shagging, useless piece of shit. What is he doing? You've guessed it! We see two weasels at work. One, dead but still honourable is draped around the neck of the other despicable, cheating, money grabbing animal. Oh, that the first was still alive and could sink it's fangs into the pie lined jugular of the second.
What of the fragrant Lady Piecrust. She who condoned his sexual adventures in office in order to get her hands on the grubby ermine? What does that say of her morals? What did she think he was up to when he told her he was 'just slipping into the Temple?' The other Lords and Ladies will probably welcome them with open arms when they realise he rode into the place on a strumpet with a harlot in tow? At least he should feel at home among those other two members of the criminal class Lord Fondlebum of Boy with two strikes against his name and Baron Martin of Springburn. The latter was strangely enough, Speaker of the House, even though he could barely speak, was unintelligible when he did so, but was a dab hand at expenses and allowances.
What an array of glittering talent from the late unlamented shite Labour Government.
What a bloody state this country is in! Why do we persist in tolerating these useless tossers? Why do we not decry their constant thievery, deviousness, lies, self congratulatory awards, honours and the way they treat the citizens of this once great state as if we were shite on their shoes?
So here we have the fat, lying, ignorant, work-shy, greedy, secretary-shagging, useless piece of shit. What is he doing? You've guessed it! We see two weasels at work. One, dead but still honourable is draped around the neck of the other despicable, cheating, money grabbing animal. Oh, that the first was still alive and could sink it's fangs into the pie lined jugular of the second.
What of the fragrant Lady Piecrust. She who condoned his sexual adventures in office in order to get her hands on the grubby ermine? What does that say of her morals? What did she think he was up to when he told her he was 'just slipping into the Temple?' The other Lords and Ladies will probably welcome them with open arms when they realise he rode into the place on a strumpet with a harlot in tow? At least he should feel at home among those other two members of the criminal class Lord Fondlebum of Boy with two strikes against his name and Baron Martin of Springburn. The latter was strangely enough, Speaker of the House, even though he could barely speak, was unintelligible when he did so, but was a dab hand at expenses and allowances.
What an array of glittering talent from the late unlamented shite Labour Government.
What a bloody state this country is in! Why do we persist in tolerating these useless tossers? Why do we not decry their constant thievery, deviousness, lies, self congratulatory awards, honours and the way they treat the citizens of this once great state as if we were shite on their shoes?
THEY ARE ALL IGNOBLE WANKERS UNDESERVING OF ANY REWARD OR RECOGNITION!
HOW CAN ANYONE 'HONOUR' THESE CORRUPT, SELF-SERVING PARASITES.
AWAY WITH THE LOT OF THEM!
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