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F*** this sh1t
Pray plebs pray
Phil_H summed it up spot on!
Phil for PM, Phil for PM, Phil for PM!
Don't get sick
Don't grow old
Don't be poor
Do what you're told
Lather - Rinse - Repeat
Acknowledge the hurt
That actual came from a management email sent to a colleague so must be in the running
Lather – Rinse – Repeat
Blather-Rinse-Repeat
All we need to do is repurpose song lyrics...
Pack it up. Pack it in. Let me begin.
I came to win. Battle me. That's a sin.
Wibble. Wibble! Wibble?
Just like that
Spaff future gone
Excuses not rules
Two legs good
Where's my port
Nom Nom Nom
Are you startin'?
Department for Digital, Culture, Media and Sport playing along in a round of Glib Catchphrase with Dominic Cummings - Rethink, Reskill, Reboot.
Or maybe it should be:
One Trick Pony for Mr C
Hot For Teacher
Wait, this isn't the Van Halen thread!
I'm sticking with it.
Send more dancers
(I’m in cyber security)
Whitty, Rishi and Boris
Work from home
Oh, you can't
Then you're screwed
Actually, 90s alternative rock had all the answers
Replicate, divide, mutate, survive.
Replicate, divide, mutate, survive.
Replicate, divide, mutate, survive.
Replicate, divide, mutate, survive.
Tame meat. You hungry? Control tastes so sweet.
Species? Walk tall. Now show me the difference so small.
Kill, eat, exploit the weak.
Kill, eat, exploit the weak.
Kill, eat, exploit the weak.
Kill, eat, exploit the weak.
It's freedom? That's choice. You listen but I hear no voice.
Tested, still alive,
now tell me the strong will survive.
Kill, eat, exploit the weak
Kill, eat, exploit the weak
Kill, eat, exploit the weak
Kill, eat, exploit the weak
Can't build a chain from missing links
We are saved?
Poison Defaffel's falafel !
**** Your Career
**** Your Ambitions
**** The Arts
**** All Y'All
More Russian Cash
Bleach your chicken (set to the tune of catch the pigeon).
Domestos and sunbed
No more lies (it's ironic)
Liberty or death
Whitty, Rishi and Boris
Curly, Moe and Larry
Phil_H took the words out of my (Jello’s) mouth.
Tears for poor
...
Boris (really) hates scousers...
Look over there
Leg it lads
Phew tax haven
Ex. Term. Innate
With Halloween approaching ....
<knock knock>
”Track or Trace?”
Cough and die.
Scum.
Dominic’s sock puppet
****
you,
peasants
Ready soon, honest.
Hands Knees Bumpsadaisy
Bum Your Dog
Hammer Sausages In
Three tier country
In (sh)it together
Too bloody late
No bloody clue
