I know this policy is designed to help fat people get thin, and reduce the burden on an already at-breaking-point NHS, but where do we draw the line? Free Mr Kipling’s to the painfully thin? Jongleurs tickets for the clinically depressed? Free Rohypnol to the frighteningly ugly?
UPDATE: Meanwhile, over the water, Twenty has an idea that we should nick...
I believe we need a National Cunt Day where we, the people of Ireland, simply give in and celebrate the fact we’re a country absolutely chock-full of the biggest cunts on earth.
What’s the point in giving out any more? You complain, you grumble, you make a fuss but the cunts keep cunting on all fucking day long, every day of every fucking week.
That's one of the best ideas I've heard in a long time. Quite apart from the list of cunts that he's got, we have our fair share too.
In fact, scratch that: we'll have to make it a National Cunt Week...