Grant Robertson thinking to himself…
“I’m the Minister of fucking Finance, what the fuck am I doing between these two mad Mens Rights Activists? How the Christ is a mediocre cricket player a social commentator, and what the hell is Duncan wearing? What is that colour? It looks like the colour of shit a National Party baby poos out. Why am I on this circus, I really need to get a new Press Secretary. I’m running the country well despite 9 years of grotesque underfunding by these mad snakes’ mates and I have to get up at 5am to be part of this? Thank the little baby Jesus we will be legalising weed soon, honestly I need to do bongs for breakfast to tolerate being caught in this fuckwit sandwich”.
