There once was a girl called Anna Nommily whose name, said quickly, rolled off funnily. She was adroit and did exploit the joke by marrying a man called Mister Tomically.
There once was a young lass from Mauritius who needed a wedding date that was auspicious She paid a seer with a crate of beer who slurred cheerily "Tunisian dates are delicious!"
"Sometimes it's tears that salt my fries" said the lady who bought the Macca's Franchise. "I thought I was smart at this burgering art but being smart ain't the same as being wise."
Your questioning is deeply symptomatic of a faith that's stopped being automatic Just bow my friends. Kowtow for dividends. When you do that, I'll stop being autocratic. I can be very hard, I know it's true but I'm only doing what's good for you so just follow me & soon you will see that one … Continue reading Hubris by my side.
The PM, bless his buttocks, believes in gas. But a few people (well quite a lot) are wrinkling their noses and trying to get out of Scotty's lift. ** What problem is he solving? ** Not price we Aussies are paying through the nose. ** Not supply. 1000megawatts? (Gezundheit) That's what he wants on tap, … Continue reading Beaten by a nose…