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Tony Blair, Prime Minister, and Geoff Hoon, soon-to-be ex-Defence Secretary
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| Hey, whatever your name is. We need a minister to resign to distract from my lying, and we've decided on you. Sorry and everything. | |
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| But what about all those times I warmed your toilet seat for you? Didn't they mean anything? | |
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| Look, you knew the deal when you signed up to be my bootlicker. Don't let the door hit you on the ass etc. | |
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| Oh Tony, wherever shall I go? Whatever shall I do? I don't have any skills except reading out doctored casualty lists! | |
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Meanwhile, in the Tora Bora hills, Osama bin Laden and Mohammed Omar discuss current affairs
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| The Wee Free guy won Big Brother and my vote didn't even get through! We must drown Orkney in infidel blood! | |
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