alcoholic pidgeons fly south after breakfast to discover a new land inhabited by large breasted three legged woman dancing the funky chicken whilst spraying alcoholic like milk from there busom's all over waiting poloticians who all stand in a giant bowl of cereal arguing over who has the biggest wage packet because they all want to sleep with edwina currie who just had a sex change and changed her name to john major currie.

I like this, but there's no fruit. You need fruit in it, a bit of balance. A plum, I imagine, would thrive in this environment. John Major munching currie in his y-fronts is all well and good, but I'm sorry, Beef, I have to say I'm not interested unless there's at least one tomato in that sauce.

lol thanks i'll remember to add a tomato next time then or maybe a plum in john majors mouth.