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Oh! Jeremy Corbyn

Fuck me, these aren't words I ever thought I'd write. BUT, Jeremy Corbyn; he's a bona fide, certified Fanny Magnet.

He may have cocked up the election, decimated Labour's core vote, and lost a record number of seats, but all I can say is; WOAH !

For someone who looks like an irritable woodwork teacher; he's a fuckin' fanny magnet.

He looks like this - a bearded wonder.


But he's pulled birds like this! Hot latina, Claudia Bracchitta. How did he manage that?


Fuck me; she was actually fucking married, to the actual Jeremy fucking Corbyn.

Oh Jeremy, tell me again about collective bargaining and the rights of workers to extended pension rights, you silver tongued fox you. Ooooh, just one more time Darling; please explain again how Momentum or the hard left is planning the deselection of non-Socialist MPs?

How did he do it? How does Boris do it? Beats me.

I have to say right off; you are batting well above your average there mate; so fair play to you. It's good to know it's not just the country that's been fucked.

Woof!

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