Horriet was definitely a Palm Sister when I was young. A sort of clean and legal version of Ulrike Meinhopf ; prettier to boot though I have now learned an ‘equal opportunities gaze’. Of course, she was really just posh totty on the make. She looked bright until an enemy saddled her with economics spokes-personing, revealing her a vapid intellect once off hymn-sheet. Now the only possible interest would be on her between the sheets for the News of the Screws. Sadly, nothing to report, though I could kiss and tell on a couple of other ZanyPFNualbourites, though no men, as I still fail to bring them into my equal opportunity view whilst pissed at conference. If Horriet really wanted to do something, she should have reserved BBC newsreading jobs for wheel-chair disabled and the blind. Instead, she’s exacted revenge by banning jokes. Equality Horriet, you wouldn’t have a clue, you Bimbo. Now when my Irish mate looks stuck for something to do, I won’t be able to tell him to keep himself busy all day trying to piss in the corner of a barrel. I’ll be whisked from the pub under Horriet’s Law of overheard conversation. Not that anyone goes in the pub now we can’t smoke to cover up the stale beer smells.
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