i’m sorry but if i were the most powerful man in the world, i’d say suck it gobshite, you can take my birth cert, barbecue it on a skewer and shove it all up your combed-over dillhole… dude needs to watch some richard pryor.

i’m really glad i’m poor and unknown, because if i had any power or fame at ALL, will and kate would be sleeping in the metro, that combover on trump would be shaved off with a guillotine, and hm, let me see… yep, a rather long laundry list of the soon-to-be mangled, maimed and generally dead. ORGY!

if any of you knows a woman who wears these eiffel-towering drag-queen heels they make nowadays, do me a favor: next time you’re with her, make sure the floor is smooth, then empty a bucket of soapy water and oil on it, before you ask her to walk. film it for me, is all i ask.

In cricket, it’s better to have the runs instead of extra balls… having just recovered from the flu and taken my cojones out of the closet, i beg to disagree.

anarchist nursery rhyme: little miss muffet, boinked warren buffet, and stole all his money away, she made a big banquet, and fed all the hamlet, and winked at bill gates the next day.

Next week I’ll be working off my yacht… oh damn, don’t own one! crap, there goes another plan down the tubes…

if money doesn’t make you happy, i want to be whatever money DOES make you…

New Revenge Ink release: Virtual Assassin, A Thriller about Tony Blair, Vengeance and Personal Morality, look out for ads and the book itself next week all over the UK…

in 1964, two australian men discovered the last group of totally wild aboriginals in western australia… a group of lost women and children who’d never seen white folk, the first thing a teenage girl said when she saw said the two men was: CANNIBALS! hahaha love it!