Sunday, 1 April 2012

A Day In the Life of Mr. Cameron

I sit at the table wearing a shirt and tie, leaving my bare arse touching the coarse fabric of the chair. Sloshing Organic Semi-Skimmed Waitrose milk over my muesli.
Reading The Guardian.
I rub my greasy cock and balls up against the screen of the television, whilst watching BBC News 24.
I piss out of the window.
I open the closet and let my slave out; he wears a Margaret Thatcher mask.
I bugger him on the patio.
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  1. I.Am.Robot4 April 2012 at 14:10

    Sometimes I think David Cameron should kill himself.
    The rest of the time I don't.
    I think he should be blown up by jihad socialists.

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