mardi 24 juin 2008

See how they run

As Tzarcozy was leaving Israel after his shameful and arselicking trip to see the butchers in Tel Aviv, some crank Mossad agent either tried to top himself and missed or just felt like trying his gun out. Either way, it caused an amusing Theatre of Panic on the runway. The shot rang out. Bodyguards ran around in confusion and the gnome's wife was off up the plane's steps like shit through a goose. El presidenté, himself, almost paralysed with fear, was helped up the stairs and onto the plane where he shat himself near to death by the looks of film of him later on pontificating some garbage about Palestine - a load of pledges and aspirations that will all be soon forgotten about.

A something-nearly-happened-day.