Any old twisted silly sodcould, at any minute, get hold of some depleted uranium from a disgruntled
Afghanistan veteran and throw together a dirty bob at a moment's notice.
I say: Get police officers to shine torches in every child's mouth, at random, forever.
Some might reply: 'Hang on a sec - you're the Home Secretary! What the fuck are you doing pissing about on b3ta on a Sunday evening?'
They've got a point. Look, I'm just trying to avoid hearing about the Olympics.
(Afghanistan veteran and throw together a dirty bob at a moment's notice.
I say: Get police officers to shine torches in every child's mouth, at random, forever.
Some might reply: 'Hang on a sec - you're the Home Secretary! What the fuck are you doing pissing about on b3ta on a Sunday evening?'
They've got a point. Look, I'm just trying to avoid hearing about the Olympics.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sun 3 Aug 2008, 20:03,
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