Monday, November 1, 2010

Scrotum, where's my revolver?

The day I have long feared has arrived. I've sent my ever faithful, wrinkled retainer, Old Scrotum* to fetch my service revolver. I will shortly retire to the library with a large scotch and the revolver to do the decent thing.

What has brought me to this end?

Sad to say I am in agreement with Harriett Harman.

Danny Alexander is a ginger rodent.

Ah well nice drop of scotch that, and so, goodbye cruel world.

* Apologies to Vivian Stanshall and Sir Henry

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