Discussion in 'The NAAFI Bar' started by TheLordFlasheart, Feb 13, 2007.
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Ok, whos your money on to not see New Years day 2008?
Robbie Williams is my starter for ten.
Bindii Irwin to carry on where daddy left off .
I reckon her remaining tit will get the rot and she won't be so lucky, lucky, lucky this time.
Pope Benedict XVI
Dame Vera Lynne
Me, if I'm unable to shift this compo anaconda from my lower colon.
pete doherty...hopefully,and he can take that skinny bit with him!
That Bob Scott C*ck knocker from the Cillet Bang avdvert. Or is that wishful thinking.
Sid and Nancy, the sequel!
Dave Lee Travis.
It's all over beardie, I know where you fcking live.
The missus, if she gives me any more shit
Please god... Blair and his head wife!
Dave...you won't know him. He's the civil service accountant that sits across from me at work. If he doesn't stop slurping his tea and chomping his food with his big fat gob open then I doubt he will see this Friday.
The Right Honourable Tony Blair MP.
It's early summer 2007. Yates of the Yard arrives at No. 10 with a couple of uniformed bobbies.
"Antony Aloysius Blair. I am a police officer and I am arresting you on suspicion of breaching the Life Peerages Act 1958. You are not obliged to say anything but ......"
Yates' voice fades into silence as the blood drains from Tony's face, brain and sphincter muscles. A future involving bunk beds, soap-on-a-rope and blokes called bubba, razors and psycho looms large.
"May I have a private moment to say goodbye to my wife?" asks the ashen faced premier before disappearing into his private office.
The sound of a gunshot rings out ......
I can dream.
The perfect dream if two shots were heard......
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