Bingo –
King of the Bongos - Part 18
London – the same place as it always was since the
Romans sacked some primeval village a long time ago.
Boris has just shafted a bearded communist and with the impeached impediment, ‘The Donald’,
are making plans to send in the UN to rape children under the guise of peace keepers,
whilst slinking in some dodgy people to steal all the cobalt in the Congo.
A phone call –
recorded and posted on social media by a late whistle blower -
‘Donald, we have a problem?’
‘Boris –
there is no such thing as a problem. Ask my lawyers.’
‘This shit, you know, cobalt. What about the Buk ‘em hard?’
They got a finger in every child’s
anus pie.’
‘Big deal. I didn’t
get where I am now by playing by any other rules than my own. You got a problem
with that?’
‘Actually, Donald, I do not - but you have.’
‘I got a problem? Every goddamn Democrat has a
problem. What problem do you think I have?’
‘I tick them off on my fingers; literally. One – Bingo – King
of the Bongos. Two – Tarzan
– Lord of the Apes, Three – Insane Tracy - Four –
Macho and Poncho, and…
The Gokwe Kid. How is that for a problem?
‘Big fucking deal. I got two million marines that
can take them out in seconds. Why should I be frightened?’
‘Donald, if they manage to free Mattress from the
Buk ‘em Harem, not only your plan for the cobalt
mines is fucked, according to our intelligence, she will be coming after you.’
Beep- beep.
- - -
Stay tuned as the Donald is crapping himself, Boris is distancing himself and
the mighty six take on the Buk ‘em
Hard.
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