I don't have a huge amount of time, catching computer time on the run,
I do actually do a job search during my snippets of computer time too....
But I've got a LOT to say about our very own charlie brown act-alike Mr. Layton.
So much its going to take a week to get all of it in, I want to give him lots of input for his little round head, enough that he might say something intelligent and ballsy, instead of whining "good grief" over and over.....
but #1- top of the list,
God damnit Jack, shave the fucking 70's mustache off so we can see your upper lip.
Your wife might groove on it buddy, shudder to think, but most females under 30 are never going to trust you with any kind of upper lip hair.
How many PM's in the last 30 years had 'staches you fool?
Wake up. Smell the fucking coffee Jackie boy,
and don't go into any more TV debates without snorting a couple of rails of good coke you wishy washy pussy-whipped mumbler. Make sure there's an assistant there to bump you up during the commercials too.
We could also make him do a couple of rounds of steroids to alter his skinny frame and get some actual testosterone flowing. Buff him up a bit.
And get rid of the fucking black suits and those little-boy bow-ties. Put him in a brown pinstripe or paisley suit with a nice patterned tie. Every corporate hen sqwaking "out of the box! Out of the box!" wears a black suit while pecking the sides of their beloved fucking boxes, Jack. Get gay tailor to gather some beautiful patterned cloth and make you a sweet suit and some ties buddy.
Be eye catching. Right now you're a scrinched up Bert-head with hands sticking out of a black hole.
We'll make a man of you yet, I swear.
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