What the flip is going on?
It is dark at four thirty. It is cold. It is wet. Bills are tripling in price. Shopping is expensive. People are mental. The streets are clogged. Public transport does not work. The causeway is covered in poop. I am lonely.
So come on Gordon Browny, sort it out mate. The Americans are about to vote for their new president so you’d better get your act together in order to impress. After all, the Yankees own your brown ass.
Browny Brownie Brown, sort it out. Oh, can I pay less tax? Lardy-flipping-dar.
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Welcome to Brown’s Britain: damp and cold and full of arseholes.
Brown arseholes?
They’re the worst kind. Place is full of them.
Dirty!