Brian Cullen makes with a mirthful Mingling of Anglo Irish political putrefaction, bagging himself a hat-trick of pickle-pussed pontiffs.
Chris Huhne? Dáil business? Oh Brian stop!
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Oh, sir.
Sprightly naturopath Ronnie Plant (no giggling) breaks off from a set of pushups to wag a wrinkle-free digit at antiobiotic-atin’ pill-poppin’ potatoheads, bagging himself an impressive brace of Catweazles.
Nothing feels as bad.
As ‘concentration camp’ skinny sounds.