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Putin V Abbot
G20-Blue At the G20 meeting, many nations steps they trod, where the Abbot in his Budgies, tried to fight the Putin sod, oh it came down to leaders, now to fight a war for us, no casualties no bleeders, just the fisticuffs and stuff, {ideal war let the leaders do it} the new age brought a war change, it was just a man on man, and the victor won the battle, and the boundaries changed again, Putin with a drop-kick, caught ole Abbot by the ear, and he would have bit it off, but the dandruff tasted queer, cos he said it needed salt? so they frolicked and they tussled till the Abbot got a chop, and he sent it to the kitchen, needed onions on the top? Putin was disgusting when he got the Christmas holt, and the budgie smugglers cringed, did his testes bloody moult? But Abbot whispered in his ear, and took it up a gear, Pissle whipped the Rusky dolt, who had given up his holdt, cos he said he wasn't queer, just a Russian farm boy colt, Abbot he did sneer at the Billy Stinker Goat, and they sat there sucking beer, till the lights were dim with bloat, : return we will at daylight, when the rooster crows his note, to fight another day, a winner yet, unquote? Don Johnson
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