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Thursday, September 16, 2004  

Blair's Plane has crashed:

Ok so it made me smile.

The plane crashed in the middle of rural Dorset. Panic stricken the Police, Secret Service, MI5, Bomb Squad, Terrorist Squad et al mobilize and descend on the farm in force. When they got there, the wreckage was clear. The aircraft was totally destroyed with only a burned hulkleft smouldering in a tree line that bordered a farm.

Forensics descended upon the smoking hulk but could find no remains ofthe crew or the Prime Minister's staff.

To their amazement, a lonefarmer was ploughing a field not too far away as if nothing happened. They hurried over to surround the man's tractor.

"Sir," the senior MI5 Officer asked, panting and out of breath."Did you see this terrible accident happen?"
"Arr, that I did." The man muttered unconcernedly.
"Do you realize that is the Prime Minister's airplane and Mr. Blair and his cronies were all on board?"
"Arr."
"Were there any survivors?" the officer gasped.
"No. They were right dead." The farmer sighed cutting off his tractor motor."I done buried them myself. Took'all mornin'."
"The Prime Minister and all his cronies were dead?" The officer gulped in disbelief.

"Well," the farmer sighed, obviously wanting to get back to his work."They kept a-saying they wern't ... but you know what liars they was."

posted by Eliab | 8:39 am
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