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
