So this is Downing Street… now closed to the public cause the biggest Knob in the land lives here. Well watch me use that tart Lynda as a decoy.
Oh crap spotted, oh no moving back through the gates. In the poo now next thing you know I will be in the tower
…. Shudder
Bugger they even have a box to ship me out.
Being tortured in the Tower but these Ground Apples are a bit slow. Got some keys … found some crowns and meet Henry the VIII who helped me escape , but the b@#$%^&&* wanted 99 % of the take. F#^% was I diddled.
But at least he took me to a local pub to celebrate the deal and bought me a beer. Not sure about the hung drawn and quartered bit though. Maybe that beer was one for the road.
