His mate Dezza was caught doing the dirty deed and his wife, Gwen, is nudging the turps. By the very honourable Sir Les Patterson
Dear Perusers, To be perfectly honest, I’m buggered. Mind you, an elder statesman like my good self can expect a bit of aggro at the festive season – and I’ve had more challenges than our tinted PM, God love him. The lezzo lynch mob have been up my blurter in no uncertain terms, to be honest. They reckon I’m something called ‘transphobic’. I had to look it up in a publication. Apparently I’m not meant to like blokes who are trapped in the body of a woman. Bullshit. One of my best mates in the political spectrum, Desmond Rafferty, had a shithouse experience recently. He was working late one night with his top research assistant, Tiffany (no, better call her Jayden – Tiffany’s her real name). Anyway, he started to feel a bit horny, so they took a break from affairs of state and did the dirty deed on the...
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