Month: Feb 2026
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Hypno Tits

When Zack Polanski hexed Hannah Spencer to run for the Gorton and Denton seat, he must have had to hypnotise up a whopping great pair of tits for her. What else would stimulate any sane person to get into political bed with the swivel-eyed loon? If you caught the hapless, mince-thick droid stumbling through her pre-penned…
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I Swear

‘Furious outcry over racial slur at the BAFTAs’. Sounds grim, but as it unravelled it got grimmer, albeit for different reasons. You couldn’t really make it up, and I swear that somewhere out in the ether, a coterie of clowns are ensconced in a circus think-tank huddle, pulling out all the stops to push the…
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The Fresh Prince of Bel Marsh

So Andrew got tugged, and this time not by some teen hoe. I wonder if the birthday party was scrapped? It was after all a crying shame to be banged up yesterday, because he missed a cracking day on social media. Oh well, more cake and Asti Spumante for the protection plod. But for those…
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Lab Report

Barf-inducing news this week from Wales, as an inquest learnt how a drag queen had his ticket punched and ended up brown bread under a covering of flattened cardboard boxes. Stay classy. CCTV had seen the lubed-up gender-bender on something of a transmission, quelle surprise, repeatedly darting into alleys to duel with various salubrious pork…
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Hiding in Plain Shite

A new day, a new perspective. This Scandalson debacle is the gift that keeps on re-gifting. Wherever the lairy Lord lingers, a new treat awaits. Titillating to bear witness to the hyperbolic outrage from Gordon Brown – who hired him after the first two scandals – presumably after his father’s moral compass had gone skew…
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Dirty Deeds Done Cheap

The Epstein saga really is the grift that keeps on grifting. Or puts the jizz into Ghislaine, whatever you prefer. And old Ponce Andrew seems to have ignited a magnesium ribbon loop of self-immolation. He’d need a bus to get back to fucked. But it beats me how nobody has asked why all these mega-rich…

