" Pete... with yourCorbynite prejudice... even if most words you spout are from our quite pure Corbynista yoof... all the girls adopting his looktoo... but you must hate trained by the fools who use the word hate
you just bourgeois sold out
Pete... your lass... you say you love
us nuked up with the silliest damp squid of a rusty bent Trident ever... one press of our button and Vlad impales us, with his, so far up our botties your 750 grand thatch and all inside vaporised as fast as they can put their makeup on as
the final solution
before your
your words mate
"bimbo lass"
can say
"moisture eyes.."
But had you done what you know you should have and
sent her off say to Portugal
as Portugal has no nukes
And cannot be bothered to be a yankee lapdog bettwer things to do with their days on the beach
one of Vlads will not be pointed their way...
ergo your daughter has time to put on her moisituriser
foundation
and look nice before calling up dad back home on Zoom [even if we didnt quite have it then]
and findin the line
is
dead
like her dad
but she will still Be
alive Pete....."
No one of course will, remember to tell the next July 7 bus bomb victims or
kidnapped journalists in ten years time
kneeling below the Saracen
for Rumble TV
"revenge matey....one of your pathetic 4% of the ammo that night.... got my cus... piece of shrapnel as thin and long as my saracen blade took.... him to Aller ... he the lucky one you goin the other way....had you been Portuguese ....well you wouldnt even be here losing yours.. they got sense in their heads..."
