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Am I on after the person who reads out the collected thoughts of the Glorious Leader and before the bloke who makes balloon animals?
As you fancy though you'll need to learn how to set up the projector too, some of that lot have never even seen the missiles on parade.
 
There is one, steamed buns or gruel.
But if I wangled my way onto the canteen staff, I could have both - because those on it certainly would be having both, while they were communally ‘providing’ for others basic needs. No, sorry, not for me. No sale.
 
As you fancy though you'll need to learn how to set up the projector too, some of that lot have never even seen the missiles on parade.
They only get pictures if they exceed their quota of 4.5 long tons of sugar beet per comrade.
 
Apparently part of William's bullying was to call him Harold.
And Harold has struggled to find any real evidence of victimisation. There's Willy's bedroom being larger, and the dog bowl incident, but really, if these are the highlights, then no-one need bother buying his tawdry tell-all book.

And in any case, since he's admitted to experiencing bizarre hallucinations of speaking dustbins, how do we know the entire dog bowl episode isn't merely a product of his febrile imagination? Indeed, maybe his whole life is a hallucination, and we are all living in it.

Nothing has any objective existence save the Bin. There is nothing outside the Bin.

We are all but fleeting shadows, humanity's greatest triumphs and achievements are but gaudy tinsel that was once wrapped around a Quality Street, and is now crumpled into a ball and sent soaring Bin-wards.
 
And Harold has struggled to find any real evidence of victimisation. There's Willy's bedroom being larger, and the dog bowl incident, but really, if these are the highlights, then no-one need bother buying his tawdry tell-all book.

And in any case, since he's admitted to experiencing bizarre hallucinations of speaking dustbins, how do we know the entire dog bowl episode isn't merely a product of his febrile imagination? Indeed, maybe his whole life is a hallucination, and we are all living in it.

Nothing has any objective existence save the Bin. There is nothing outside the Bin.

We are all but fleeting shadows, humanity's greatest triumphs and achievements are but gaudy tinsel that was once wrapped around a Quality Street, and is now crumpled into a ball and sent soaring Bin-wards.
You weren't there, man. Bonio crumbs all across the parquet. stares into distance
 
Your belief in the primacy of the royal family isn't at all gullible though
It would be like Brexit you'd have a load of people driving around in a bus telling people they'll get a Michael Higgins President, then we'd end up with a Vlad Putin one, and whilst sensible people will start developing a fear of high rise windows actual debate would be about how some people can't sell their souvenir plates. Oh and some fella will turn up here after the fact and start calling everyone cunts for not thinking about the corgis
 
You weren't there, man. Bonio crumbs all across the parquet. stares into distance
‘Tho’ Fooles do chafe and wicked men Sinne
There bee no ‘scape nor refuge from the Binne
Treason’s end upon the Scaffold; the bells do chime
For a damnable wretch whom all men call Time
The serfs do toil in th’soil all like a Mole
O cruel and sorrowful, be a dog without a Bowl
A screaming Skulle bares his teeth to grin
Our Kings wear crowns made of paper and tin’

Christ I’m losing it 🙁
 
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