Mark Francois furious at not winning the works bonus ball even though he was only one number out
Brexit, brilliant isn’t it eh? Just when you thought you knew every prick in the needle stack, a new one unexpectedly appears out of nowhere like laughter on an episode of Mrs. Brown’s Boys.
This week I have been mostly learning who Mark Francois is.
To put it bluntly he’s gammon personified. A living, breathing, salty joint of porky goodness formed into a respectable Peter Griffin with added rusk.
He has the voice of an angry Gordon Brittas from a parallel universe, where Whitbury Newtown leisure centre runs efficiently and Colin isn’t hapless.
Last night he was furious about Cooper’s Brexit delay bill being passed by just one single vote to the point where he started quoting the bible like a shit Jules Winnfield.
It must be really infuriating when something doesn’t go your way by the narrowest of margins?
Ah well, that’s democracy cunt. Now sit down before you have a fucking heart attack loser.
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