I've held off for long enough. MI7 (yes, they exist) are forever at my door with threats of physical abuse (sadly, they never carry out their threats) and bribes of Swiss chocolate. But no more. It ends today.I've been having an affair with Tony Blair.
Please, no-one tell Phyllis. He'll be so jealous. He's been after the PM for years.
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Tony Blair?
Tony....Blair?
So I'm guessing you were painfully desperate and the nearest lamppost was busy?
It's the power that does it for me - and the fact that he's build like a stallion.
Stallion? I'm gonna need some pix to back that assertion up. Lean, I'll give you. But stallion?
Have you never seen his chest? Lovely pecs! Really!
A very small stallion, that suffered a balding, wasting disease and was shot by the farmer - which only resulted in serious brain damage...
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