Well I did right by my country. I know my conscience can rest easy tonight, having voted out.
If that makes me a neo-nazi then I vote RAUS! RAUS! RAUS!
I just hope that for once in his repugnant existence, 'Ol Pigfucker keeps his word, that for once, the words that slimed their noxious way over the pestilent appendage controlled by no vestigial remnant of any organism or fraction thereof that might, upon the tortuous extremities of stretching, be somehow, named 'a soul', and out of the lips of the fungating, bollocks-gibbering, lie-uttering horseshittastic slobbering malignancy that sprouts from the upper end of his neck. The one with the dick hanging off it that is furthest from the one he habitually buries to the hilt in poor creatures of the porcine nature.
I'd sure as hell shag his wife though, if she was a bit more Kanner's-ey. Sam-Cam, now she actually strikes me as seeming quite nice from what I've seen and read about her.
Its a real shame that she took up with a cancer like Pigfucker. And that she is as far as I know, neurotypical. Now if she either had turned utterly away from pigfucker when he asked her out, unless for some
unfathomable she wanted the sloppy seconds of the chipolatas and beans in tomato sauce sitting in that HP can in the fridge.....and was flappy and stimmy and classIC as much as she is classY, and she is, I honestly do think so, god yes I fucking well would. She is far, far, far from the worst. I just would rather she was a lot further from a toff snob, pork-porking snotnosed 'brat' who is one of the country's wUrst. And closer to rocking back and forth on my autistic cock.
And then think of say, angela merde-kel, or whassernoxiouschops, the hag that took up with the blaiar creature. can't bring it's first name to mind atm. Looks sort of like one of those snub-nosed kinds of insectivorous, smallish bats, after being run over by a tied to an ugly tree and repetitively run into with a truck. Whe she dies, she is going to have to be buried in a lead-wrapped, lead-lined coffin carved from ugly tree wood, and encased in a big block of glass, marked in multiple languages with warnings never to open and witness what feces-yabbering abhorrence-made-flesh still befouls the earth in the same manner that buried high-level nuclear waste with a long half life, like an abhuman carcinoma, dead but never ceasing to wrong this earth. To say nothing of the foul, terra-desecrating liesturbator the Bliar thing. And that awful henchbefoulment alistair campbellend, that archmalignancy, he of the mendacious tongue which could lick the festering, diseased pus-dribbling inflamed anal glands of a near-dead hellhound, dying of the brutal sodomizing latest inflicted by our ol' pigfucker, the last time he got bored of bonking a girl who really is a decent (aside from acceptance of that political abscess who is Pigfucker Cameron) lass.
And thence, using his rotting-tartarus-spawned hellhound-fecal-matter-becleansed-and-behallowed (forked in a manner not serpentine, nor even close, but resembling more closely the pseudogills of a chanterelle, only with no further resemblance to a fungus of such esculent quality and delicious flavor.) tongue, go thence on to proclaim those diseased, pus-leaking devil's starfish-rejections, proclaim them to be of a fine year's quality first opium harvest and say it to be of excellent vintage.
That fucking motile teratoma, may he drown in his own repugnant bile slick, slowly and painfully. Preferably with his scrotum sliced off with a pair of rusty scissors and his still-attached-raw-naked testicles covered in salt and proffered to an enraged hornets nest.
I mean....DAyumNN!M just look at sam-cam, and try telling me shes not a hotty, even for a neurotypical.
