Can we all chip in for a salad bowl
There's a reason Boris Johnson doesn't have a salad bowl.
Pretty sure she uses a colander...His hairdresser uses it when she cuts his hair
Can we all chip in for a salad bowl
She also excused him staying on as PM, saying that in the US they elect the new president in November and they take up office in January. Hence there's an orderly transition.
You'd have a hard time writing a worse poem than that deliberately.
I read that as Daily Telegraph and it still works.
You'd have to resort to commissioning Bono.You'd have a hard time writing a worse poem than that deliberately.
Yeah, one typewriter, 20 minutes, one monkey.You'd have a hard time writing a worse poem than that deliberately.
Fuck me that's... so shit.
Well, that's a rabbit hole....Fuck me that's... so shit.
Did Dorries write this? Who is Sandra Bond?
James' sisterFuck me that's... so shit.
Did Dorries write this? Who is Sandra Bond?
Oi! #AngryU2FanAlertYou'd have to resort to commissioning Bono.
I take it that Sandra is the love child of William McGonagall and John Major?
"Ireland's pain is now in Ukraine"Oi! #AngryU2FanAlert
Just replying to myself regarding the 'two fingers up' bit.I actually think that’s intended. Democratic norms and checks and balances limit barbarians like the Tory and republican parties in what they’d like to do. So it‘s perfectly predictable that they’d want to undermine them by outrageous displays of putting two fingers up and flouting them. Makes the voters think ‘what’s the point in voting???’. Perfect.
Not really fair, as Major can't stand Johnson. More like E Jarvis Thribb.I take it that Sandra is the love child of William McGonagall and John Major?
There once was a poet from Plymouth,You'd have a hard time writing a worse poem than that deliberately.
No, you wouldn't. The pages of the nineteenth century press are filled with poems far far worse than thatYou'd have a hard time writing a worse poem than that deliberately.
One of my colleagues left recently and in her farewell email wrote a poem to say goodbye. It was absolutely bloody atrocious. I'll see if it will bear reproduction after identifying details removedYou'd have a hard time writing a worse poem than that deliberately.
Yeah, one typewriter, 20 minutes, one monkey.
There once was a poet from Plymouth,
Whose limericks never did rhyme.
They also didn't scan
And they weren't particularly funny
And the last line always kind of went on and on as he realised too late that he'd missed the point. Again.
No, you wouldn't. The pages of the nineteenth century press are filled with poems far far worse than that