'"COULD BECOME AS IMPORTANT A JOURNALISTIC TOOL AS FREEDOM OF INFORMATION ACT" RAZZLE MILF SPECIAL
He's found his mojo, baby, and now Julian Assange is back again in this shagadelic comedy-adventure! The "sshhh!" hits the fan when Dr. Evil and Mini-Me escape from prison. Joining forces with the superfreaky Goldmember, they kidnap Julian Assange's laptop, in a dastardly time-travel scheme to take over the world. Before you can say "Shake Your Booty," Julian Assange cruises to 1975 and teams up with sexy Foxxy Cleopatra (Beyonce Knowles) who has taking advice from a Swedish police officer...
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HIGH LEVEL BITCHING
From:
PaulStephensonchiefy@stonecutters.uk
To:
IanDysonCommander@stonecutters.uk
WHAT THE FUCK are you playing at!
From :
IanDysonCommander@stonecutters.uk
To:
PaulStephensonchiefy@stonecutters.uk
Sir, with respect, Jody McIntryre was rolling towards my police officers in his wheelchair in a highly dangerous and opinionated way.
He proceeded to bite one of my officers ankles when we dragged him across the road.
We don't discriminate sir.
We'll will hit anyone.
Ian X
From;
david@dave&samcam.co.uk
To:
Georgeo@thewonderfulthingabouttiggers.com
Subject:
Clegg's Dosage
Tigster,
Yes you're right, it was a stroke of genius using Clegg as our fag and getting him to take all the heat from the peasant scum. I owe you more than a buttered crumpet down the front of the pants for that. I promise you a good chocolate spanking as soon as I've had Chequers properly fumigated. Sam says she can still smell Gordon Brown in the drapes.
Anyway on to the matter in hand, I'm a bit concerned about the amount of LSD you're actually putting in Clegg's tea. It's been a frightful wheeze seeing him so confused and actually believing that we're trying to legislate fairly and openly on behalf of the serfs, but there are limits, even for his addled little brain.
It's one thing to see him argue that he was always in favour of tuition fees and crippling cuts to the great unwashed, it's entirely another to have him claim in an interview with the Sunday Telegraph that Charles and Camilla were in fact leading the student riots. He even suggested marrying Kate Middleton off to Osama Bin Laden as a way of swiftly resolving the War on Terror.
Can you imagine what that would have done to our 'electorability' if it had gotten out? You don't want to know what I had to do to quash that little story. Let's just say I won't be able to look at Mars bars or KY jelly without shuddering for a very long while.
It's not that I'm against drugs behind closed doors. No-one likes a good spliff more than me, in fact I can't get through PM's questions without a couple beforehand. And yes, I've hoofed more than my share of charlie from between a slags' butt cheeks in my Bullingdon days. But, as I said before, there are limits you know.
We've only just had Vince Cable lobotomised and you know what that cost to cover up. I can't go on writing you blank cheques. This is an age of austerity and we're all supposed to be in this together.
I'm just saying, okay.
love always,
Dave
From :
JohnWIbblebugger@penegon.org
To:
HillaryC@Veganta.dentacha.com
I painted my penis to look like a London bobby and got it out over the cake but she still didn't look surprised.Your right, she has had alot of work done.
From :
JohnWIbblebugger@penegon.org
To:
HillaryC@Veganta.dentacha.com
AND the crocky's too thick, ugly drapes...
