DON"T MOVE!!! Colly's just dropped the fourth allen screw from his stem... it's on the floor just behind the monkey wrench... no, behind it... behind... no, behi... LOOK... I give up.
At the bottom of the stinking, spongey (and very often wet) quagmire that is MS's mind, he seems to think that he heard somewhere that Mitt Romney is from south east Kent.
Spooly knows that if elected, Romney will appoint to office some of his chums, Hythe, Dymchurch, Lydd and maybe, even at a push, his friend in the nuclear industry, Dungeoness.
Colly is wearing nothing but his 'special' pants again and is strutting about the house feeling all sexy (much the horror of the neighbours as he hasn't closed the curtains).
What he doesn't tell you is that they are the plastic incontinence ones (the pants I mean, not the curtains!).
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