treated impolitely, why are they queuing up to have their arsehóles ruinously stretched by the odious kunt Piers Morgan on GMB? Can't they just petulantly flounce out the way they did with the beeb?
Morgan to be so beastly to him?
Anyway, these lovely horses of yours that gambol and frolic so sweetly in this idyllic green meadow. Do they, by any chance, happen to have a single straight horn, in the fashion of a spiral, protruding from their foreheads?
And is your meadow always bright and sunny, even if it is actually raining anywhere else in the country?
Hmmm. Just two more questions c,
In this 'place' where you are, is Sterling soaring majestically like an uncaged eagle against the pitiful Euro, or is it tanking perilously close to parity?
And are the Germans (damn them to hell) dying of the virus in the tens of thousands, or are they coping quite well due to equipping themselves with a sensible number of ICU's (damned euro lies)?
C, you know I mostly lurk so don't keep up on the gossip, but have you been having me on about horsey?
I thought you'd genuinely got one {and it seemed to have been doing wonders for your good karma.} Are you now saying it was just a Brexit analogy all along to wind up the likes of Herbs and I? Something along the lines of "See? Told you. Now BJ has a big majority I've got a unicorn out the back."
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'