Struggling On Your Gold-plated Pension, Sir Ian?These cunts just don't get it, do they?
The tainted establishment wankers appointed to hose the shit out of the Augean stables promptly set about building a vast feather-bedded empire for themselves, complete with expensive offices and their own fucking £200,000 spin-doctors.
More piano wire!
The Penguin
2 comments:
It's just hopeless. You can tell just by looking at his photo that he isn't going to make any difference. He is going to be innefective at great expense yet also strut around as if he is important.
Funny how piles of manure grow so quickly, penny.
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