It seems funny now, in retrospect.
Your odd little PM could not remember
a name because I have the majority of
his memory-processing brain tissue in
a jar full of formalin, here at RP.
No need to worry though, because the
Howard clones are coming along just fine.
That is, since we kept them apart.
We were losing the little wretches, and
it was a bit of a mystery until I noticed
they were eating each other.
Personally, I don't anticipate much of a
future for the human species, so those
clones will probably be flushed before any
one of them could say "GST, never-ever!"
But as long as I can clear the usual
Liberal Party bouncing cheques, I will
just play along with this nonsense.
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