Political Caption Competition
Triple dip recession?
What triple dip recession?
Here’s a tax cut.
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Political Caption Competition
Never forget that for most of his press conference, the Prime Minister was justifying carpet bombing for Christ
Beehive today, Playboy tomorow. Alluring and slightly sassy, a goer who will hit the news and please her old educatinal entity; (who trains these airheads?) A Minimum of Finance who has lost her -ster – olice on the lookout. I prophesy soon the old religious signs will be seen on the streets ‘REPENT THE END IS NEAR.
She has those unmistakable vibes from Maude
Humiliate yourself one more time for me Luxo!
Vulgar, provincial conservative overestimates her ability.
I just uncritically swallowed a nasty ideology, and I’ll be spewing it out for months
Ruth never put her feet on the desk, but I do!
Breaking the glass ceiling for cruelty.
Smirking sadist deliberately deepens a recession.
I may look stupid but I’m laid back
Neil Could be she that has cold feet, has to elevate them like grandma does.
Those pointy shoes may be cutting off the circulation.
Neil She needs the points to kick start her broom.
I’m a star! No really, I’ve got the blouse to prove it!
It’s like my boss said. It’s not about frickin’ targets it’s about outcomes.
The outcome is he’s got a cushy job and shitloads of money.
I’ve got a cushy job and shitloads of money too.
The rest of you can just frick off!
That made me laugh.
The poem with punch. I’ll have a glass of that.
Luxons sweaty lips on the soles of her shoes
Stay at Home Mum Becomes Minister of Finance.
Ugly inside and out.