Londoners give themselves a BJ

…which isn’t as pleasant as it sounds.

At what point did the entire capital city get lobotomised and think BoJo (or just plain Bozo) was fit to run the place? Did I fall asleep and miss the adverts urging residents to go to their nearest clinic? Am I part of some bizarre reality TV show where the country gets pushed to its limits? What the hell is going on?

The electorate, in its infinite wisdom, has decided that this buffon-blonde buffoon is fit to guide their city through what promises to be an extremely tricky time – economically, politically and socially. Dicks. It doesn’t matter that he’s a Tory, cos I don’t think even he knows what his views are on some things. The guy can’t even string a sentence together without making some apalling gaffe. He and Prince Phil should get on famously.

Hopefully he’ll be out in time for the Olympics! Can you imagine the great and the good descending on London, with the eyes of billions watching as Bozzer makes a complete goof of the entire thing?

This guy couldn’t even get his story straight about a possible use/handling/eating of cocaine (‘Erm…I..huh-huh…erm…yah…well…erm…I-I-I-I thought they said cake, those spiffing chaps in those..erm..er..fetching..erm…hooded..erm..yah…sweaties…can I ride my bike now please, Mummy?’)

I mean COME ON LONDON, WHAT THE FUCK??

The end.

 
Politics? Booooring!!!