Political Caption Competition
Shane Jones at the opening of his 3rd chin
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Political Caption Competition
I don’t need to carry in KFC and pretend to care when it’s not a climate event
“ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!!???”
*zip*
I’m the king of the world..
Where are the girls? In the back row, or out the back peeling the kumara ?
Shane’s exercising his back muscles in lieu of his brain, arresting rigidity with sweeping movements of the arms, rotator cuff etc.
Thought: perhaps more ‘suited’ to the profession described in the Mountains of Mourne.
I saw him one day as he stood on the Strand
Stopped all the traffic with a
Wave of his hand…
https://genius.com/Don-mclean-mountains-omourne-lyrics
Of the 4 directly behind, one is asleep, the other 3 are thinking they are at a happy clappers meet.
You mean the Trump type of Clap ?
SJ – ” come on everybody…
Y….M….C….A…”
It’s catchy (like an STD).
” There’s plenty to be had, so DRINK BABY, DRINK ! “
Sermon from the mount
Lowest rating episode of suits ever.
SHANE JONES
And my kingdom shall be frogless, yea, without lazy, flightless non-productive birds. The evil Greenpeace shall be banished, coal, oil, gas and gold shall spring forth from the earth. The adult film industry will flourish as never before, fishing companies will shower me – I mean us – with wealth.
MAN IN SUNGLASSES AND WHITE HAT zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Too much fish, won’t last, smells fishy to me.
Greys. That ain’t fish, it’s sausages rolls. Parliament is obsessed with them. Chipkins took them to the UK as a coronation pressie for KC, and it looks as if he had a few himself en route. Chris Bishop’s poor starving father drives around petrol stations looking for them, poor old bloke. Sad.
He can’t find them as I’ve bought them all up and hold in my freezer against the great NZ/AO famine, following the lines of the Irish one.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Famine_(Ireland)
We have the same lordly pretentious sidlers with excuses here today. That leads to the below lack of principle by those assuming responsibility, and the good salary and perks, that accompany.
Everybody thought Anybody could do it,
but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody
when Nobody did what Anybody could have done..
SJ: “A guy from a fishing boat, gave me a suitcase this big, full of money…”
A pregnant pause.
Year of the snake – python has swallowed Luxon.
Good to see men wearing ties after the weird garb that they ponce around in on Parliament Hill.
“Tell Wellington : The time has come for heterosexual pedestrian crossings…”