Following K R Puff'n'Fluff's latest f-bomb dropping episode, the first draft of his speech to the upcoming Copenhagen climate change conference has fallen off the back of a truck.
Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests. Can I start by acknowledging the Eora tribe or whoever the f*** it is whose land we’re on. I guess it’s the f***ing Vikings - although why the f*** you would want to acknowledge those pillaging ****s I don’t know. Your f***ing country I suppose.
Anyway, we’re here to discuss global warming, which quite frankly doesn’t seem to be much of a problem in Copenhagen in December. What is it? Minus f***ing 20? Jesus, I thought Canberra could shrink a monkey’s nuts but you people make a bloke want to wear a f***ing mirkin. No wonder the Vikings thought England was a f***ing tropical island. Jesus, I’d invade London myself if the whole place wasn’t totally f***ing rooted by the GFC – and the “G” stands for “Gordon”, let me tell you.
Speaking of which, it may have come to your attention that not only have I delivered a f***ing school hall to every man, woman and child in Australia, I’ve also fixed the GFC so if any of you sleepy ****s down the back want to ask me any questions on how it’s done just put your name down in the exercise book my girl Shayna’s passing round.
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Via Tim Blair