Still with his toothy grin, and the lice addled beard, the Catweazle mini-me blows more of “his” money, kindly donated by the punters who over the years have supported his shitty companies, on a pointless, fruitless ego trip with Elton Musk, as to who of the two wankstains will be first to the moon:
https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/richard-branson-set-space-flight-24442448
This vanity project – for that is all it is – will benefit nobody, except the two protagonists, whose heads will get even bigger (assuming they return from the great behind, as Hylda Baker would have put it), is just another ostentatious display of wealth. A grotesque adventure in a game that can only be played by people with more money than sense. Musk and Branson, who is the bigger cunt of the two, or is it a draw?
i just hope that the device Dick uses to propel himself with invested in strong air fresheners to cover the smell when he shits himself.
Nominated by: W. C. Boggs




