Amber Rudd is a cunt, isn’t she.
The former Home Secretary, who increasingly resembles The Emperor from Star Wars, has been spouting more rubbish from her Remainiac cakehole this week. Rudd and two other recreant mentalists argue if a deal is not endorsed by MPs imminently “it would be better to seek to extend Article 50 and delay our date of departure rather than crash out of the European Union on March 29”.
If she’s attempting to either be de-selected or just unelected in her Leave-voting, slim-majority Hastings constituency, she’s doing marvellously.
Wearing a black, hooded cape, Emperor Rudd added in a raspy voice, “Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the Dark Side” whilst shooting bursts of lighting from her wrinkly hands.
There is so much nauseous shit spewing forth from Rudd’s weathered gob, it’s no wonder her now deceased hubby buried his sausage everywhere BUT his gruesome wife’s holes.
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