Nah she runs off bile.I think she’s already donated a heart and a brain. Runs off gut instinct.
Nah she runs off bile.I think she’s already donated a heart and a brain. Runs off gut instinct.
Sounds like the tin Man.Never had a heart and brain only runs at 30%
At least her liver and gall bladder are still in working orderNah she runs off bile.
More's the pityAt least her liver and gall bladder are still in working order
Sorry for the Twitter link, but I can’t be arsed to cut and paste all the separate images. Compare her answer with what normal non-petty-fascist people say.
Dunno what legs this has, but here ya go!
Good to see Paul hardcastle okRees Mogg binge watching a programme about the completely fictional, romanticised relationship between masters and servants
Yes, I thought he died at n-n-n-n-nineteenGood to see Paul hardcastle ok
It'd mean leaving the council of europe if a) true and b) it was legislated on
Dunno what legs this has, but here ya go!
Dunno what legs this has, but here ya go!
Deffo a be careful what you wish for situation for this scumI’m in favour, so long as it only applies to ministers convicted of bullying.
Good to see Paul hardcastle ok
You can bet she’ll be the one that pulls the lever for the trap door.Deffo a be careful what you wish for situation for this scum
I do wish Priti Patel would arrange to have burchill's heart extractedChrist I think reading that poem has actually burned my eyeballs. Burchill is such an appalling shitehawk.
It would have (aged 11 1/2) after Burchill if it was in PEUgandan discussions clearly I did have to check it wasn't Private Eye it appeared in
That is some of the most fucking awful poetry I have ever read. It makes the kind of doggerel that turns up when staff associations do "poetry competitions" look positively Laureate-worthy. One might have thought that someone who moves words around for a living might have noticed some of the grating clunks as grammar has been tortured into something passing for rhyme.