It appears that I have been tagged by the Old Bag (thanks for fucking nothing) to tell you about the 8 things that I hate and because this is my 200th post (whoopee fucking doo so fucking what) I thought that I would do something a little bit different.
So I present the 8 Little Miss and Mr Men that I don't fucking care for much and that I'd wish would just fuck the fuck off. Any inference to an individual 'troughlitician'or any group of the troughing tossers, ispurely fucking deliberate . . . . .
Apparently some aide or other has compiled a list of what to use and how to apply it in case the old snot gobbler has to do it himself. Perhaps on those lonely nights when he is hoping Lord Manmuncher might pop around for a little pork. Lipstick around the nipple anyone?