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That's a bit too cheesy for my taste.

That's a bit too cheesy for my taste.

I hope Cameron checked he still had all his fingers after the EU farewell dinner tonight.

http://www.behindthename.com/name/faraj

This says it means remedy or improvement.

I suspect if one were to look up the definition of pussy, one might find it refers to cats

Whats this about Faraj driving a volvo ?

This has been doing the email rounds so apologies to those who've had it land in their inbox. I think it's a good tongue-in-cheek snapshot of what's happened and what's needed. Apologies for the beep words. On second thoughts I'll beep them out before sending. And I should be crediting the author but I will get back to you on that when I learn the wit's name.

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Right. F***k this. We're ALL up dermot creek and we need a paddle. Now, not in three months.

Fellow Remain voters: Enough already. Yes, we're all pissed off but navel gazing ain't gonna help. Not all 17 million Leave voters can possibly be racist northern pensioners without an O level to their name. Maybe they have a point about this quitting the EU thing? Maybe not. Whatever, we are where we are and no amount a whinging is gonna change that. Allegedly we're the intelligent ones, so get your thinking caps on.

Leave voters. Well done. Good game. We hear you. Now you need to get stuck in to the aftermath and not just piss off back to Wetherspoons. (Just banter, twats!). And the first person to say they "want their country back" gets deported to effing Gibraltar. OK?

Politicians.

David. Eff off. Shut the door behind you. Now.

George. You may be a twat but you're our twat. Plus you know the passwords for our Junior Savers account. Get your calculator. Drop the face-like-a-slapped-ass routine. You're on.

Boris. Sorry mate. That photo of you abseiling by your scrotum over the London Olympics while waving a Union Jack can't ever be un-taken. Plus, you'll never be able to appear on Question Time again without some sturdy Glaswegian nurse asking where the f***k her 350 million quid is. Not only will she have a very good point, she'll be wearing a T shirt that shows you gurning in front of that effing bus! No captains hat for you I'm afraid.

Theresa. You're in charge love. Get the biggest shoulder pads you've got. We need Ming The Merciless in drag and you'll scare the dermot out of 'em.

Nicola. Yep. Fair cop. You probably could get us on a technicality, as could London. But we effing love shortbread. And oil. And to be honest you're probably the best politician we've got, so we need you on side. Sort your lot out and we promise never to mention that Jimmy Krankie thing again (although it is pretty uncanny) and we'll make you a Dame once we're sorted. Bring Ruth Davidson. She kicks ass.

Opposition party. We'll need one. Someone take Jeremy and John back to the British Legion Club where you found them. Take Nigel as well. Give back their sandals, buy them a pint, then go to Heathrow and collect David Milliband. F***k it. Lets gets Ed Balls as well. He keeps George on his toes. I think he works on the lottery kiosk at Morrisons now?

Oh. And Mark Carney. Give him a knighthood and tell him to keep that dermot coming. We definitely need more of that good dermot!

Everyone set? Right. Hold the Easyjet. We're going to Brussels and this ain't no hen party.

Brilliant! I've not seen this before.