Monday 19 December 2011

Shit Britons 2011 Part 2

Hello! Time for part 2 of the result of Shit Britons 2011, where we catch up with the David Cameron/Skeletor Coaltion (of Doom), where cracks are starting to show.

Final part next week (just in time for Xmas).

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Monday 19 December 2011

Shit Britons 2011 Part 2

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