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Lil-Mac · 08-08-2010, 03:40 PM

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Originally Posted by RapeKarenX

Sexist whores!

I will gladly be a sexist whore if it gets me in your undies.

pervipete · 08-08-2010, 04:02 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by RapeKarenX

Sexist!

and your point is...

pervipete · 08-08-2010, 04:03 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lil-Mac

I will gladly be a sexist whore if it gets me in your undies.

I don't think they would fit you, let alone suit you...

FuckingRotter · 08-08-2010, 05:34 PM

Because not even the greatest of Englishmen could undo the damage done by a series of Scottish commie gangsters over 13 years single handed.

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Originally Posted by batffink

Mac, What a great post.

ps. FR and I are having a break. He needs the time to work out why one Scottish Prime Minister needs to be replaced by TWO English ones.

pervipete · 08-09-2010, 01:15 AM

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Originally Posted by FuckingRotter

Because not even the greatest of Englishmen could undo the damage done by a series of Scottish commie gangsters over 13 years single handed.

And considering that now we have the eq of Laural and Hardy running the country.....

Lil-Mac · 08-09-2010, 02:18 AM

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Originally Posted by pervipete

And considering that now we have the eq of Laural and Hardy running the country.....

Well, at least they should be entertaining.

FuckingRotter · 08-09-2010, 04:47 AM

You'd hope so wouldn't you?

FuckingRotter · 08-09-2010, 05:29 AM

I've lived in Virginia and Maryland, been around the DC Beltway, you can't tell me it doesn't happen there too.

Quote:

Originally Posted by snarkopo

If you like cameras everywhere, the government watching your every step in public go for it. Allow it. Embrace it. I thought the British were tougher than that.

pervipete · 08-09-2010, 11:56 AM

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Originally Posted by Lil-Mac

Well, at least they should be entertaining.

Yep, well so far they have already contridicted each other, Cam the Spam has screwed up the history of WWII, annoyed the Pakistani governmant, which is not a clever thing to do when you need their help, dodgy though that is, annoyed the members of it coalition partner...

And he has only had the job a couple of months...hey, we have our own Dubya..

Lil-Mac · 08-09-2010, 02:57 PM

Every country needs their own Dubya!!

FuckingRotter · 08-10-2010, 03:38 AM

Ah, we had a Dubya for 13 years. Comrade Gordon "Bungle" Brown. So I suppose in retrospect we beat you lot to it!

batffink · 08-10-2010, 07:34 AM

Ode to Gordon Brown.
Scottish Patriot and Scourge of the English

Hail to thee bleak spirit!
Stirred thou never wert.
I sing to praise thy merit,
Thy gravitas overt.

Some talk of Alexander
And some of Hercules
But I sing of Gordon Brown
A greater man than these.

Look at that William Shakespeare,
The bard of all the lays,
Just strung book titles together
And dared to call them plays.

But Gordon of the honeyed tongue
Can prove that black is white,
That penury is prosperity,
That he is always right.

For he will ever say you sooth,
This great sage of our days,
Pluck triumph from disaster
With a simple turn of phrase.

So smooth, so sweet, so silvery, is thy voice
As could they hear the damned would make no noise
But listening to thee speaking in the house
No creature would stir, not even a mouse.

The beetle brow that jutties o’er
Dispatch box and the bench before,
The glittering eye that didst brood
Upon the Commons, dark and rude,
Command attention, control the mood.

Like the stout Cortez,
When with eagle eyes,
He stared at the Pacific,
Gordon claims the prize.
And he may say, with a delicate air,
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.

How pleasant to know Mr Brown
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some say he is but a clown
And that enough is enough.

Some say he told such dreadful lies
It made one gasp and stretch one’s eyes,
But who are they to criticise
One so gentle, calm and wise.

For young Gordon Brown is come out of the north.
For Scottish New Labour he sallied forth,
Bearing from the snow and ice
A banner with a strange device
Bureaucracy!

Gordon, Gordon burning bright
Will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall his sword sleep in his hand
Till he has built bureaucracy
In England’s green and pleasant land.

For in his eyrie will he stay
And there he weaves by night and day
A magic web of colour grey
And as he weaves, so we must pay.

Who is Prudence, what is she,
That Gordon did commend her?
Did she lose her virginity
Or go out on a bender?
That denièd she might be.

When lovely woman stoops to folly
And learns too late that men betray
What calm can smooth her melancholy
What art can wash her guilt away?

For Gordon works in mysterious ways
His wonders to perform.
He is the firm foundation,
The calm at the eye of the storm.
He has an answer for everything
Formed in the form of a form.

Write to me only with thy forms
And I will fill in mine.
Leave but a gap within a box
And I will pay a fine.

The short and simple annals of the poor
Are now writ long on forms obscure.
They also serve who only stand and wait
(Inspectors, bailiffs, officers of state)
To pounce on those who submit late
Or fail to fill box eighty eight.

Higher still and higher
Shall our tax be set.
Talk not of the trade gap,
Don’t mention National Debt;
While our savings, sad to say,
Are over the hills and far away.

Gordon Brown, in whom we trust,
Though our pension funds are bust,
All our preparations just
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Hear our prayer
And give us we pray
Our means tested benefits
Sufficient unto the day.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan his works in vain.
Gordon, his own interpreter,
Is sure to make it plain.

And as he passes by,
Magisterial, frowning,
We raise our right arms high,
Not waving, but drowning.

FuckingRotter · 08-10-2010, 07:56 AM

Or....

Gordon, Gordon burning bright
Like an effigy in the night
What mere rotter from on high
Would with shitty stick poke out your one good eye?

batffink · 08-10-2010, 07:41 PM

Brilliant!!! A new McGonagle of the South.

FuckingRotter · 08-10-2010, 08:31 PM

What the fuck is a McGonagle? It sounds like a device for myopic pricks....

*leaves everyone to think about that one for a few days*

Lil-Mac · 08-10-2010, 10:06 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by FuckingRotter

Ah, we had a Dubya for 13 years. Comrade Gordon "Bungle" Brown. So I suppose in retrospect we beat you lot to it!

Were those dog years??

batffink · 08-11-2010, 02:44 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by FuckingRotter

What the fuck is a McGonagle? It sounds like a device for myopic pricks....

*leaves everyone to think about that one for a few days*

Google McGonagle. One of the better Scots poets. He's so fucking bad he's admirable.

08-09-2010, 04:47 AM	#87
FuckingRotter The Fist of Fury. Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: Entering the.... Posts: 3,342 Reputation: 65285	You'd hope so wouldn't you? __________________ Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture.... Don't think.... FEEL!

08-09-2010, 02:57 PM	#90
Lil-Mac Privileged Member Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: Eastern USA Posts: 1,062 Reputation: 50563	Every country needs their own Dubya!! __________________ --------------------------------------------------- *Rape is never having to say I'm sorry.*

08-10-2010, 03:38 AM	#91
FuckingRotter The Fist of Fury. Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: Entering the.... Posts: 3,342 Reputation: 65285	Ah, we had a Dubya for 13 years. Comrade Gordon "Bungle" Brown. So I suppose in retrospect we beat you lot to it! __________________ Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture.... Don't think.... FEEL!

08-10-2010, 07:34 AM	#92
batffink Grumpy Old Git Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Van Diemen's Land Posts: 1,186 Reputation: 68564	Ode to Gordon Brown. Scottish Patriot and Scourge of the English Hail to thee bleak spirit! Stirred thou never wert. I sing to praise thy merit, Thy gravitas overt. Some talk of Alexander And some of Hercules But I sing of Gordon Brown A greater man than these. Look at that William Shakespeare, The bard of all the lays, Just strung book titles together And dared to call them plays. But Gordon of the honeyed tongue Can prove that black is white, That penury is prosperity, That he is always right. For he will ever say you sooth, This great sage of our days, Pluck triumph from disaster With a simple turn of phrase. So smooth, so sweet, so silvery, is thy voice As could they hear the damned would make no noise But listening to thee speaking in the house No creature would stir, not even a mouse. The beetle brow that jutties o’er Dispatch box and the bench before, The glittering eye that didst brood Upon the Commons, dark and rude, Command attention, control the mood. Like the stout Cortez, When with eagle eyes, He stared at the Pacific, Gordon claims the prize. And he may say, with a delicate air, Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair. How pleasant to know Mr Brown Who has written such volumes of stuff. Some say he is but a clown And that enough is enough. Some say he told such dreadful lies It made one gasp and stretch one’s eyes, But who are they to criticise One so gentle, calm and wise. For young Gordon Brown is come out of the north. For Scottish New Labour he sallied forth, Bearing from the snow and ice A banner with a strange device Bureaucracy! Gordon, Gordon burning bright Will not cease from mental fight Nor shall his sword sleep in his hand Till he has built bureaucracy In England’s green and pleasant land. For in his eyrie will he stay And there he weaves by night and day A magic web of colour grey And as he weaves, so we must pay. Who is Prudence, what is she, That Gordon did commend her? Did she lose her virginity Or go out on a bender? That denièd she might be. When lovely woman stoops to folly And learns too late that men betray What calm can smooth her melancholy What art can wash her guilt away? For Gordon works in mysterious ways His wonders to perform. He is the firm foundation, The calm at the eye of the storm. He has an answer for everything Formed in the form of a form. Write to me only with thy forms And I will fill in mine. Leave but a gap within a box And I will pay a fine. The short and simple annals of the poor Are now writ long on forms obscure. They also serve who only stand and wait (Inspectors, bailiffs, officers of state) To pounce on those who submit late Or fail to fill box eighty eight. Higher still and higher Shall our tax be set. Talk not of the trade gap, Don’t mention National Debt; While our savings, sad to say, Are over the hills and far away. Gordon Brown, in whom we trust, Though our pension funds are bust, All our preparations just Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Hear our prayer And give us we pray Our means tested benefits Sufficient unto the day. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan his works in vain. Gordon, his own interpreter, Is sure to make it plain. And as he passes by, Magisterial, frowning, We raise our right arms high, Not waving, but drowning. __________________ You can all go and root your boots.

08-10-2010, 07:56 AM	#93
FuckingRotter The Fist of Fury. Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: Entering the.... Posts: 3,342 Reputation: 65285	Or.... Gordon, Gordon burning bright Like an effigy in the night What mere rotter from on high Would with shitty stick poke out your one good eye? __________________ Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture.... Don't think.... FEEL!

08-10-2010, 07:41 PM	#94
batffink Grumpy Old Git Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Van Diemen's Land Posts: 1,186 Reputation: 68564	Brilliant!!! A new McGonagle of the South. __________________ You can all go and root your boots.

08-10-2010, 08:31 PM	#95
FuckingRotter The Fist of Fury. Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: Entering the.... Posts: 3,342 Reputation: 65285	What the fuck is a McGonagle? It sounds like a device for myopic pricks.... leaves everyone to think about that one for a few days __________________ Fist is a four letter word. So is fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, and, well you get the fist-fucking picture.... Don't think.... FEEL!

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