Post by Administrator on Jan 30, 2020 2:20:55 GMT
Cam a lot (lots of speed cameras) don't touch the levels of money the National Lottery are making...
But complete Government control over *all our money is not the only goal, aside stock piling it into a few idiots bank accounts..
The powers that be also like to make fun out of us while we are serenaded and fleeced out of our money with showbiz glitterballs of insults...
The Skegness of Roy Chubby brown-esque dinner tickets..
"Dough me the money"
"Flaming go land"
Are some of the puns popped at our lab rat intelligence while we are dazzled with odds that defy the bank account let alone logic.
Watch your dosh all go up in smoke and flames as you have a hell of a time trying to hold onto that 40,000 to 1 odds winner for a meager £500 .. that you could have won at only 49 to 1 odds picking one number on euro hotpicks with 50 lines staked. Sure, its £125 at stake... but when you have a guy feeling about number 10 dropping... and it does...
That has got to be a seriously more sound bet than 40,000 to 1 odds at £5 a go to win the same prize... using only 25 cards drawn from a single box, right?
Dough me the money... it's a wonder they haven't started to print scratch cards on sugar paper.. of course.. there would be a lot less litter around.. and now they seem to have removed the £10 scratch cards from service. For £10 you could have got a card soaked in vitamin and minerals likely providing everyone with full daily nutrition as well....
Forget the health lottery.
But no. We have the "big bertha" of dazzling glamour style.. quiz show presentation and intelligence of " The National Lottery"
Tap dancing us all Into the world not of Virgin Cola, but of Terry Wogans legacy of Charity fundraiser fireworks...
Well... yes . "It works" television and glam got us all hooked. Line and sinker.
And the Ministers know just what to do with our hard earned cash. When we are desperate to get is all back and play twice three times, as hard to win it all!
That's it, folks. Fart joke and whoopee cushion your beer gut into the ministers favourite cheeky girls, stringfellow nightclub.. and meet boris Johnson for a good old bacon butty and a pint.
That gets the punters every time.
The Glory hole of number 10 downing street.
No Witches there to hunt down anymore.
Just Peter stringfellow dancing round a may pole..
And a new Government grant for Sir David Attenborough to Dance around the South pole in full glory of the Aurora lights.
Magic.
And after the party is over.. its time to clear up the mess. David Cameron makes a swift exit and hides in the Oxford lavatory to escape the big clean up... and finds a Demon down the loo. Tony Blair. Coal faced and ready to strike.
Let's hope Extinction rebellion can do better.. after all.. they are led by "The Doctor" a real one. With a real screwdriver.
Hope is not lost.
If you have serious money problems.... just don't put faith in the scratch card rescue rope to save your sinking ship.... as there's more chance of hell freezing over.
Now that "would" be flaming go land!
You eat. I do nuts. Error I mean donuts.
But complete Government control over *all our money is not the only goal, aside stock piling it into a few idiots bank accounts..
The powers that be also like to make fun out of us while we are serenaded and fleeced out of our money with showbiz glitterballs of insults...
The Skegness of Roy Chubby brown-esque dinner tickets..
"Dough me the money"
"Flaming go land"
Are some of the puns popped at our lab rat intelligence while we are dazzled with odds that defy the bank account let alone logic.
Watch your dosh all go up in smoke and flames as you have a hell of a time trying to hold onto that 40,000 to 1 odds winner for a meager £500 .. that you could have won at only 49 to 1 odds picking one number on euro hotpicks with 50 lines staked. Sure, its £125 at stake... but when you have a guy feeling about number 10 dropping... and it does...
That has got to be a seriously more sound bet than 40,000 to 1 odds at £5 a go to win the same prize... using only 25 cards drawn from a single box, right?
Dough me the money... it's a wonder they haven't started to print scratch cards on sugar paper.. of course.. there would be a lot less litter around.. and now they seem to have removed the £10 scratch cards from service. For £10 you could have got a card soaked in vitamin and minerals likely providing everyone with full daily nutrition as well....
Forget the health lottery.
But no. We have the "big bertha" of dazzling glamour style.. quiz show presentation and intelligence of " The National Lottery"
Tap dancing us all Into the world not of Virgin Cola, but of Terry Wogans legacy of Charity fundraiser fireworks...
Well... yes . "It works" television and glam got us all hooked. Line and sinker.
And the Ministers know just what to do with our hard earned cash. When we are desperate to get is all back and play twice three times, as hard to win it all!
That's it, folks. Fart joke and whoopee cushion your beer gut into the ministers favourite cheeky girls, stringfellow nightclub.. and meet boris Johnson for a good old bacon butty and a pint.
That gets the punters every time.
The Glory hole of number 10 downing street.
No Witches there to hunt down anymore.
Just Peter stringfellow dancing round a may pole..
And a new Government grant for Sir David Attenborough to Dance around the South pole in full glory of the Aurora lights.
Magic.
And after the party is over.. its time to clear up the mess. David Cameron makes a swift exit and hides in the Oxford lavatory to escape the big clean up... and finds a Demon down the loo. Tony Blair. Coal faced and ready to strike.
Let's hope Extinction rebellion can do better.. after all.. they are led by "The Doctor" a real one. With a real screwdriver.
Hope is not lost.
If you have serious money problems.... just don't put faith in the scratch card rescue rope to save your sinking ship.... as there's more chance of hell freezing over.
Now that "would" be flaming go land!
You eat. I do nuts. Error I mean donuts.