My Mate Tony Blair

Discussion in 'OTC and ACF' started by Pillager, Apr 22, 2005.

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    Even if Tony, doesnt get in, he still has all his friends on the other side of the pond!
  2. If they want him they can have him; he clearly wants to be a President, its just it wont happen here unless he takes out Liz and Phil.

    In the words of Columbo, " more thing", 'qualitites'?
  3. Oh no, I don't think I have any qualitites? Are they a form of chalcedony? I have got some opals but the strawberry ones are all gone...
  4. America is welcome to the complete tosser that is our beloved Prime Minister. "Oh George, please give me a reach around whilst you fcuk my ring!" He is a yes man who has broken nearly all of his previous election promises and generally screwed the country. Cheers Tony, I hope your next son is gay!
  5. "His" "Next" son?
    his - I thought they were Robin cooks!
    next - who says one isnt already.
  6. I read in one of the red tops recently that his 'generously-proportioned' daughter had some alleged mental health issues, culminating in an alleged suicide attempt.

    Maybe she's a fat fingered dyke?
  7. A man dies in a car accident, and is surprised to find himself floating on air amidst great white clouds.
    As he moves forwards, the clouds part and he sees the pearly gates of Heaven before him, and a smiling St Peter standing by.
    It's not the gates that shock him however, but the thousands and thousands of clocks mounted on the gates.
    The man says; "St Peter, what are all those clocks for?"

    "Those are Lie clocks" answers the saint, "They measure all the lies ever told on earth.
    "Look," he continues, pointing to one whose hands are at the twelve O'clock position, "That one was Mother Teresa's. She never told a lie in her life, and the hands have never moved."

    He points to another that shows a quarter to three and adds "That one's yours. You've told a few fibs in your time, but not as many as some."

    Intrigued, the man looks closer, and after a moment says; "And does Tony Blair have one of these? Where is it?"

    "Well," says St Peter, looking sheepish, "It's a little stuffy in my office, so I had it attached to the ceiling..."