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Captain Cavendish here. Just spent a pleasant tea-break with a Kapo who admitted to wearing a diaper to fly across the Atlantic for fear of irradiating his bits by using the in-plane loos (the smoke-alarm emits hideous amounts of isotopes, apparently). Anyhow, Gunther confessed to embalming himself with an adult Pamper. Wasn't fazed by it at all. All blase and devil take the hindmost. Bloody continentals! Could become all the rage after the war is over, so they say. Imagine that, grown men and women trussed up like Christmas turkeys clenching their assholes as if their very lives depended upon it. Bit OTT, don't you think? When all's said and done, nobody's getting out of this cruel world alive anyway so lIve and let shit, I say. Rivers of blood? Hogwash! Rivers of effluvium is what is required, effluvium openly shared without grace or favour. It's only natural after all's said and done.
(Brief aside to the wise, they say that although Hitler only has one ball that Churchill pulls rank every once in a while by insisting on rogering Chamberlain with a latex strap-on in full view of the opposition bench. He really likes graphic illustrations, rather than the more universal weasel words his opponents throw his way. Where will all this parliamentary democracy end one asks? Perhaps a dominatrix, our very own Mr. Hitler or Mussolini, or even one's own precious wifey suitably attired could do a better job of keeping the hoi palloi in their place. How one longs for better days. Dog days spent serenely puffing one's pipe and masticating.
(Brief aside to the wise, they say that although Hitler only has one ball that Churchill pulls rank every once in a while by insisting on rogering Chamberlain with a latex strap-on in full view of the opposition bench. He really likes graphic illustrations, rather than the more universal weasel words his opponents throw his way. Where will all this parliamentary democracy end one asks? Perhaps a dominatrix, our very own Mr. Hitler or Mussolini, or even one's own precious wifey suitably attired could do a better job of keeping the hoi palloi in their place. How one longs for better days. Dog days spent serenely puffing one's pipe and masticating.
