:: Tuesday, 18 January 2005 ::
Manboobs is Out.
NLord, I am in good mood.
He was a skippy boofhead par excellence. Not the good kind of bloke. The martyry egomaniac kind. Urgh. The worst. Plus he is a flatheaded uptalker and his ideas were deeply ordinary:
- read to your kids - g'uh, we do, fat head;
- look after trees - g'uh we do, and we do other stuff like cut them down for money;
- make sure old people can get free teeth (or some such idiocy) - wha'? They have teeth...
Got no time this a.m to find a link, but whoo hee, that footage of him walking away from his quitting statement yesterday was just awful.
If I had tits that bad I'd kill myself.
A sagging D cup of rank Green Valley blubber.
And his wife's a dog, alright. There. I will say it.
Good riddance, Manboobs. No maybe we can get a real Opposition Leader to make politics in this country an actual competition.
Or Beazley. Or Gillard. Or Rudd. Or Swan, Smith.....
UPDATE: Here's his goodbye. Or, the goodbye he coulda given if he had any class in his fat arse.
:: WB 1:54 pm [link+] ::