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Oh the duty I have to my nation? Diary of John Parker
Today, I had to abide to my duties and go along to the Greenock Sheriff court whereupon we do hitherto hang the bastards.
I was most disappointed on hearing none of such cut-throates can be hanged this day and they gave me my leave,
Whereupon they did invite me to return in the morrow… And for the next two weeks until we hanged all of the cut-throats,
Which pleases me much, Amen,
Alex Salmond wonders how he ever grew up at all!!!
Freedom come, Freedom go!!! Campaign goes to ground!!!
Never mind Alex… Want a tip for the 3.30 @ Ayr????
You can still bet on a horse using the Scottish pound!!
And you are still loved by one bug-fuck ugly mare…
BRING IT ON MAN!!!!!
Scotland’s biggest joke since Bonny Prince Charlie!!!!
Diary of John Parker 23rd July 2014. Glasgow.
A famous day has passed…. It seems we are to be lead by a wee green man….
Yes indeed, today was the opening of the 2014 Glasgow Commonwealth games at Celtic Park.
Not everyone was happy with the wee green shite!!!!
But at least we did invite our prettiest Scottish Virgins to open the show….
Karen….And Susan….
Tis no wonder they are virgins… I wouldn’t touch them with the prick of a donkey….
The aliens wouldn’t touch them either…
Even if they were the last two females left in the cosmos.
Alas, it got worse for them….
So-ooo disappointed they were for being left with John Barrowman…. Who’s arse has been taken and given by more pricks in it than the surface of Mars has had dents in it resulting from asteroids.
I was impressed by the Taliban Toyota People Carrier with the set of antlers ad-hocked to it.
Good Scottish tackyness and saved a few bob too!!!!
Rod the Bod was a fucking Star as usual….
I must ask him where he gets those tinfoil suits!
And to stop impersonating Mick Jagger’s dance routines?
Lastly, I felt sorry for the Queen, as The Duke of Edinburgh’s behaviour was uncalled for….
His chants of “Tongs ya Bass” and “Fuck the Pope” were not in tow with proceedings…
But it was his first time at Parkhead, in fairness after all.
I thought the Queen’s humming to herself of…
Tum-Tum… Tum-Tum… Ta.. Tum-Tum-Tum at the end was magnificent!
I heard The Duke say to Our Beth…”Not quite old Ibrox Darling Lisbet?”
“No!” she replied, “It’s much more fun!!!!”
Gentlemen… Time please. My ode to all….
Desperate men follow desperate women down to the harbour…
She has an ebony face, which is without communication.
For all of her sixteen years she has been so forlorn,
Yet she still smells sweet as meadow.
But knows her love will not be replaced,
when she gives all over to the desperate soldier.
Desperately she clutches upon his long golden locks,
praying for the day there be a changing of the guards
and they may be the King and Queen of swords.
The soldier holds her to his chest,
Wants to light up her lonely world,
His bank-roll is stashed in her breast,
Round two coffee cups a future does unfold.
Promises…. Promises…. Promises.
She cries,,,
She sighs… with her head looking downward,
She cries….
Life aint that easy!!!
But reality calls upon her to venture onward…
Sad and lone, and without her soldier…..
She can’t spend,
under red light of danger.
Can you tell the difference between the local woman and the farm animals?
Want pornography FB, shall be!!!!!
Stick that lot up yer arse.
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