
What’s the point of being a rich, powerful, connected, white-man if you can’t do who the hell you like?
What’s the point of being a rich, powerful, connected, white-man if you can’t do who the hell you like?
The Party Boat, HMS Moronic, crashes into ice berg, rats flee to save their own skins.
The imminent, unexpected and wildly applauded stabbing of Caesar Johnsonius is underway.
El Queenie to appear in a NYC Court. The Yanks love a Queen, she’ll blow them away, says over entitled twat.