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Rightly or wrongly, the public perception of MPs is that they are self serving shitheads. The responsibility for this lies collectively with the MPs themselves.
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Me and Mrs Perrin are prepared.
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Don't be silly, it's not as if we have any religious extremists on BC with an arson conviction. Oh, wait...
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Oh nooooo 😮
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:head:
So often those that think they have it DON'T
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What???? I assumed it was the real Boris Johnson. I mean take a look at the photo - it's the spitting image of him.
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What???? I assumed it was the real Boris Johnson. I mean take a look at the photo - it's the spitting image of him.
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I could pick several where only a casual acquaintance with their personal history, voting record and activity on select committees and particular interest groups proves otherwise. As it's unlikely you'll believe me if I name a Labour MP (present or...
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Timpson definitely did a lot for Crewe, where he was MP for a while. He got hoofed out because the populace didn't like the Tories, but he was widely respected as a decent MP. They do exist, but sadly they are in a minority, and usually not in any...
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U look way older than 75. No wonder the big boss lady insists on getting pegged from the lads down the pub on the weekend nights.
I am surprised you can even still make it up the stairs with the bacon n eggs.
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What???? I assumed it was the real Boris Johnson. I mean take a look at the photo - it's the spitting image of him.
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I looked up "useful idiot" on google search and found a picture of Chris and he was holding a picture of you on a vigil.
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Thank you for your perfectly reasonable, totally proportionate, and very necessary response.
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What???? I assumed it was the real Boris Johnson. I mean take a look at the photo - it's the spitting image of him.
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What???? I assumed it was the real Boris Johnson. I mean take a look at the photo - it's the spitting image of him.
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The patriot Farrage is scarpering to forrin lands to interfere in their elections, the man who poo pooed Obamah's warnings about brexsit as it was clear interference,
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Days Ralph Waldo Emerson Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdom,...
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jack of spades february 1st, 1999, was a monday with a full moon You’re a Monday child, born on the first day of the week-- the weakest link-- You’re like the moon. You’ve got nothing to give-- the sharp darkness of your crescent is someone else’s...
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Tell them that you're a tarot reader, and this is the KNIGHT of Hearts, and why have the removed all the Page cards?
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That behaviour is the kind of "right on" stupidity that is indeed ridiculous and only serves to undermine the laudable sentiments that underpin "political correctness" or its modern counterparts "wokeness" and "anti discriminatory" or its...
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Solomon Grundy Traditional Nursery Rymne Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Grew worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday, That was the end, Of Solomon Grundy.
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Monday's Child traditional Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace. Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go. Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living. But the...
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My Monday Attitude
by Caren Krutsinger
One more day until Monday
I can hardly wait!
Monday is the day of new beginnings
The day of firsts
The start of a new fresh, brand new week!
Monday, here I come! !
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Glass of Wine by Midifo Yearns Cheeky gust of wind lifts her skirt and leaves an autumn leaf upon her shoe. She does not notice, she’s all alone; sitting at the edge, sipping glass of wine. Long time has passed since dine she did with others,...
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‘Twas The Roast Before Christmas by Steve Davis and Clement Clarke Moore ‘Twas the roast before Christmas when all through the house, Not a teaspoon was stirring, not even a mouse. The coffee spot back in the cupboard was bare, In the hope that...
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