WAKING up I am dimly aware of a liquid sensation in my left ear. As I come to, I realise a cat is in the middle of a bowel movement, excreting directly into my ear canal. Ah, yes. I attended a drinks reception at Downing Street last night and must have fallen asleep in Larry’s litter tray.
After grabbing the animal by the scruff of the neck and drop-kicking it across the scullery into a tureen of soup, I return to my residence and peruse the periodicals over breakfast. I read that Rishi Sunak faced Keir Starmer for Prime Minister’s Questions and put up a robust performance against the Labour leader.
Holy fucking Joseph’s unused cock, you call that a fucking performance? That half-arsed Boris Johnson tribute act? That pipsqueak bluster? Crappy jibes about ‘North London’ and Starmer being in cahoots with Jeremy Corbyn? Sure, that makes fucking sense. There’s the two of them cuddled up in bed in their North London townhouse, eating fucking tofu sandwiches while the rural regions and coastal areas starve. Utterly fucking brazen, brass bollocks that’d fetch you £135 a bollock if you tried to flog them on fucking Antiques Roadshow!
Kanye West has lamented that he lost $2 billion due to his comments about Jewish people. He was also escorted from Skechers HQ when he attempted negotiations for a sponsorship deal.
Aw, well there’s a fucking shame. No idea what you’re doing sponsoring trainers, you should be sponsoring fucking jackboots! Listen, you mystifyingly famous streak of racist scum, you don’t have fucking mental health issues. You don’t have misunderstood genius issues. You have cunt issues. You are a cunt, simple as.
The BBC invited political commentatorJulia Hartley-Brewer onto the panel of their flagship show Question Time. She was of the opinion there was no scientific consensus on climate change and that recent unseasonal temperatures were ‘just weather’.
I’m often asked, in my line of work, ‘Does God exist?’ I answer neither ‘Yes’ nor ‘No’. I simply say ‘Julia Hartley-Brewer’. Some people walk away confused but I think you get my fucking drift. In a world where God did exist, you wouldn’t get to shitspread your smugly ignorant, supremely fucking ill-informed, far-right, mind-shrinking poison across the fucking airwaves at the fucking licence payer’s expense. You’d be plodding down the fucking High Street in a dressing gown pushing a Lidl trolley containing everything you owned, hollering your nonsense into the fucking void where it belongs! Fuck, and I can’t emphasise this enough, off!
Finally, Elon Musk has announced his takeover of Twitter. He explained that his mission is to ‘help humanity’ and preserve ‘the future of civilisation’. It is thought he may restore the account of Donald Trump.
God’s ancient fucking scrotum, ‘help humanity’? Ever fucking occurred to you there might be a fucking easier way for you to help humanity than amplifying Nazis and nutjobs on social media, you deluded dickwaver? You’re a ludicrous fucking goblin sitting on a giant pile of fucking cash. You know what’d help humanity? Build another rocket with room enough in the cockpit for you, Donald Trump, Kanye West, Julia Hartley-Brewer and a few other cunts and fire it in the general direction of fucking Neptune!