It is almost certain now that Damian McBride will be fucked off into obscurity, by Brownfinger's army of spin doctoring dickwipes, in a desperate attempt to disassociate the one eyed snot gobbling twat from a shit smearing campaign he, more than likely, had his own stubby little Brownfinger in anyway.
So, to celebrate , I thought I would open a bottle of this . . .
"Well, how do you do, young Damain McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here, down by your graveside?
And I'll rest for a while in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, Lord, and I'm nearly done."
Off to the wine rack now to see what I can crack open next in anticipation of Dolly 'pussydick' Draper's welcome departure to No Man's Land too.
***** Update *****
According to
Guido, McBride has now been fired!
Nice.
So, please form an orderly queue Messrs. Draper, Watson and Brown.
Twats!
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It really should be done.
They are all utter fuckwits.
Bravo G.O.T.! Fucking hilarious!
hurrah.
Nice G.O.T., very nice; might change the last " walking " to "wanking" for Damians epitaph.
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