hooton:..’nah..!..john keys’ dick is only this big’.
hager:..’i was told it is this big’…
hooton:..’why is there this red thing keeping us apart..?’
hooton:..’did you know that cactus kates’ investors want to feed you into a mincer..?..they told me..’
hager:..’this book is the story of your political-life’..
Spin doctor spun…
The empty red chair…
Blue and red in the green room…
“I may well be a right-wing dick but I’ve got more hair than you have…”
hooton and hager discuss the mechanics of glory-holes…
hooton:..’look..i can pull my own finger..to fart on cue’..
“The book is essentially a verbatim record of emails from National staffers and various hangers-on.”
“Oh, so it’s basically a pile of bullshit.”
Mathew your telling me your’ve never ever laid eyes on my latest book dirty politics …..
“Come closer”, said the spider to the fly.
Which is which: honest journalist and dishonest spin-doctor.
Tintin laughed, nervously, and feigned nonchalance, though the evil stare of Muller made his blood turn to ice. “So” Muller said,smiling coldly, “You will cease this ‘journalism’ of yours, or you will never see your beloved Snowy again- you understand me? mooo-haaa ha ha ha ha haaaa!” Tintin had to think fast. Where was Snowy? And who was the shadowy, toad-like man called Whaleoil?
hooton:..’nah..!..john keys’ dick is only this big’.
hager:..’i was told it is this big’…
hooton:..’why is there this red thing keeping us apart..?’
hooton:..’did you know that cactus kates’ investors want to feed you into a mincer..?..they told me..’
hager:..’this book is the story of your political-life’..
Spin doctor spun…
The empty red chair…
Blue and red in the green room…
“I may well be a right-wing dick but I’ve got more hair than you have…”
hooton and hager discuss the mechanics of glory-holes…
hooton:..’look..i can pull my own finger..to fart on cue’..
“The book is essentially a verbatim record of emails from National staffers and various hangers-on.”
“Oh, so it’s basically a pile of bullshit.”
Mathew your telling me your’ve never ever laid eyes on my latest book dirty politics …..
“Come closer”, said the spider to the fly.
Which is which: honest journalist and dishonest spin-doctor.
Tintin laughed, nervously, and feigned nonchalance, though the evil stare of Muller made his blood turn to ice. “So” Muller said,smiling coldly, “You will cease this ‘journalism’ of yours, or you will never see your beloved Snowy again- you understand me? mooo-haaa ha ha ha ha haaaa!” Tintin had to think fast. Where was Snowy? And who was the shadowy, toad-like man called Whaleoil?
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