Showing posts with label Richard Timney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Timney. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 August 2010

Jacqui Smith Says Fuck Off


The Rancid Rasher from Redditch was heard to tell reporters to "fuck off" after they discovered that she had applied for one of the top jobs at the BBC Trust.

I wonder how her constituents would feel about her getting paid £77,000 a year for two-and-half days work a week plus all the expenses she can handle. Bearing in mind that the taxpayer already pays her more than £65,000 a year for a full week's work, plus expenses, for her local MP duties.

No. You. Fuck. Off. Jacqui.
And take that tax payer funded porn film wanker of a husband with you.
Beard or no fucking beard.

Pair of freeloading cunts.


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Monday, 12 October 2009

Jacqui Smith, Don't Forget the Porno

Third and final part of 
"Jacqui Smith is a piss taking porno provider" night, on G.O.T. . . 

Jacqui says: "I want to apologise unreservedly to the House - as I have to my constituents - for wrongly claiming for the cost of films alongside my broadband and cable connection".

I say:"What about the other £160,000 of taxpayers' hard earned that you've had your grubby, fat, lard stained fingers on" and "You seem to have left out the word porno when you mention THOSE films"

In a way though, I can't blame Flick Wrist Dickie for choosing to perform a five fingered shuffle on his festered ferret. Who the fuck in their right mind would want to play a ditty on the JS furry banjo? Christ, you'd have to spray the fat bitch in oil and throw a bag of flour at her before you'd find it anyway!

Just don't expect us to fucking pay for that as well.

What's that you say? "I'll pay the money back".  Fuck the fucking fuck off, you bullshitting, ball bag pimping, sleaze bag . . .





Jacqui and Hazel discuss their new exercise bike.
Apparently it's called the Harriet Harmoniser




Monday, 6 April 2009

Cash in the Attic

. . . . and the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, lounge
and even the fucking garden!



Even more details of that despicable cash cow Jacqui Smith and her husband Dirty Dick's tax payers money spending spree have emerged in the Sunday Sexpress.

The whole outrageous £150,000 list of expenses that those two twats have been creaming off us all, on top of their generous annual salaries, (Wacqui £142,000 and Wackoff £40,000) is detailed in the paper, room by room.

I won't go into each individual item here but the approximate totals for each room are as follows:

Kitchen £2336

Bathroom £1218

Living Room £2815

Bedroom £815

Garden £2210

General Services £3896

 . . . and, as if that wasn't enough, for the last five years they have also managed to syphon off another huge pile of our hard earned cash by banging receipts in for all the following:

Mortgage £54249

Utility Bills £9881

Council Tax £4488

Home Insurance £1990

Cleaning £12000

Internet £13617

TV Licence £680


Absolutely fucking astounding isn't it.

I am sick and fucking tired of this dictatorial, duplicitous drongo telling us all what to do and how to behave whilst the fat arsed sponger and her cock waving husband are jerking us off for every fucking penny that they can get their grubby little hands on.

I will not let up on this poor excuse for an MP until she has been jackbooted out of office and dragged herself, and that equally loathsome husband of hers, back under a fucking stone where they both belong.

That is all!

Sunday, 29 March 2009

Wankergate 3


This is the download link if you would like a copy?

Wankergate 2

Wankergate

Friday, 16 January 2009

A Pair of Old Twats, A Twaterciser & Two Cocks

Pigsy introduces the Grumpy Old Twat
to the concept of sartorial elegance.



Jacqui and Hazel discuss their new exercise bike.
Apparently it's called the Harriet Harmoniser




Jacqui Smith has failed to deny that she would ever hold
a grudge, after she was rumoured to have
disguised herself as Richard Timney's dentist.




Two Jags Two Shags relaxes in his favourite chair
whilst practising Gordoom's one eyed reshuffle technique.