Profligate leftist prostitution partying from who knows where. || "It is now less and less necessary for the writer to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer's task is to invent the reality." -- JG Ballard. || "You try running with your sagging breasts down the middle of the fucking street. People will throw a blanket over you. And grab you. And call the police. For fuck's sake." -- Germaine Greer.
Man: How's this for a regimental mascot?
Donkey: That's no way to talk about Prince Harry.
Posted by Justin | Friday, February 29, 2008 6:09:00 pm
Brilliant.
Posted by septicisle | Saturday, March 01, 2008 12:11:00 am
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