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Well it wasn’t really sauce, but was mayo. It looked like a white blob that had just been squeezed onto me.
Now I know this doesn't appear to be related to the topic, but that blob of white looked exactly like that silly bugger Polish Pope’s head.
Y'know; round and shiny.
Is this one of them miracles they are looking for to make him a Saint?
His real name was Carol; we could have Saint Carol of the white spots that fall on your pants. It would be very religious.
How dare anyone question the greatness of the father of our nation?
"Begone, you lowly bludging scum. I'm off to Kirribilli House where I shall be treated regally by my arse-sucking staff! A tried and true conga-line of suckholes."
He is a dingbat who needs to be removed from office with "extreme prejudice".
Digger,
Cranbourne
John Howard asks - "What are mates for if you can't get them to suck your knob, or lick your arse?"
One down; two more to get.
"Trust me, I am really, really sincere" Johnny
"All the warmth of a sociopath, but none of the charm" Petey
"I am not a gutless, overfed, overpaid windbag" Kim
Our way of life sucks worse than Howard.
Let's get the Hell out of here!
Imagine senile, old John Howard reaching for your pecker with a claw-like trembling hand, as he fondles his withered salami. All the while, drool drips from his lower lip as it romantically gibbers lewd suggestions about mutual something-or-other.
For some reason you are seized with an infernal affection for this rancid apparition, yet you are frozen with a sickening dread. In your mind whirl thoughts about joining the Liberal Party and becoming a real-estate agent.
Maybe in a parallel universe, John Howard could marry Elton and become Mrs John John.
Thank you.
And I like the corn flour.
One sniff and your stiff.
For-fucking-ever.
The next season's corn crop would also be secured as a side benefit. (Johnny will have to be a substitute sacrificial Corn God).
If you latte-sippers have your way that's what will happen. Osama, Nasarallah, and Madmanahmed are laughing as the left-wing stab our leaders in the back.
The only way we will defeat the terror these trio of evildoers want to unleash on western civilisation is by backing our leaders as they fight back.
God bless,
Patriot
It is time for another dicky-back ride.
Thank you for correcting my spelling of "extraordinaire". I did think a shorter version might just slip through.
Typical.
ps Where is that damn Pirate cartoon???
They really are mean motherfucking bastards, Yugo.
So Chato is simply admiring the vainglory of the toxic little wart.
I hope this clears up your confusion.
I can understand that you must feel under some pressure, defending the crumbling empire of evil.