Tag Archive | obo the clown
One day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, this blog’s immeasurable contribution to our national conversation will be recognised. And then you’ll all see what’s what, I don’t mind telling you. Now where’s that Napoleon outfit? Hat tip, Obo, the ginger onanist bastard.
I am losing the will to live. I have staked the gerbil out in the midday sun. This a mere taste of what will befall him if I don’t pick up some votes, and pronto. It’s up to you now, dear reader.