To avoid constant banging on our doors by cheap black-suited, sun-glassed, North Korean SS people and fake CIA guards (The real CIA, Jaggedone's, Cockroach Infiltration Army, has better things to do!) we have decided to hang a notice on the doors to avoid my 3 millionth hangover getting any worse, and here it is:
"The Nutters Beach Club only hosts top-level meetings, that could a void a nuke war, for REAL NUTTERS, not FAKE ONES!
So, Mr Trump and your bunch of loonies (not Nutters) and Kim Jong Un, stop sending your secret service (SS) troops to our renowned, prestigious establishment begging us to host your fucking meeting, we are not interested. In addition, we know the only reason you want to host your meeting here and that is; you creeps want to bonk it off with Volga Olga in the storeroom in a unilateral (not horizontal) gang-bang! She refuses because she only does that with six-packed toy-boys and, not with balding, ageing US presidents or insane, wannabe North Korean, Nazi dictators! So fuck off!"
Last nights bash, Jaggedone's 3 millionth spoof party, went like a bang and my my head is proof of that, KNOCK KNOCK! I ended up in bed with Sir Francis (but not in a gay way) Charlton and, we discussed how to promote his totally nutty series of books called; THE LONDON BOULEVARDIER, what a brilliant headcase Sir Francis Charlton is!
Tschuss, bye, bye, tot ziens, hasta manana!
