Battle, skirmish or all out War, those empty bottles have a score
To settle with those enemies of you and me and our democracy.
Because empty bottles are fighting men, who protect us all, again and again
And depart the field not to a hero’s chant, and feast NOT in fancy restaurants.
Awaiting him is no adulation, the best wishes of a grateful Nation
Just a Badge he can wear in a Tesco’s queue. Just a Veterans Badge for a debt so huge.
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Why not to get sh*t faced at News Years Party.
A little boy says to his mother, "Mommy, how come I'm black and you're white?"
His mother replied, "Don't even go there! From what I can remember about that fucking party, you're lucky you don't bark!
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