Mr Gordo drabble

[beer_good_foamy]

I'm sorry, but I just had to. Days like this just don't come that often.

As I've been away from the Internet, I should check in, but surely a Sunday should be pretty slo-- OH JESUS COME ON pic.twitter.com/isWusNjTbK

— John Scalzi (@scalzi) 21 september 2015

Pig In The City

The room was a retreat, hidden behind a door that seemed to lead to a broom closet at #10. Soundproof, electromagnetically shielded, locks on the inside, only a tiny ventilation shaft.

The PM poured himself a whisky and let out a deep breath. Finally some Me time, away from the press and social media and -

Thump.

"Who's there?" Stupid question. He was alone in here. Nothing could get in unless it was the size of…

The small plush pig stalked out of the shadows, fixing him with its stare. "The name's Gordo, Prime Minister. Let's have a chat, shall we?"

Comments

[frayadjacent]

Yaaaaaayyyyyyy

[shapinglight]

Hee!

[sandy-s.livejournal.com]

LOL...you couldn't pass that one up. Nice one!

[gillo]

Mr Gordo is the pig to wreak vengeance. Though I've seen some nice Miss Piggy references. Love it!

[ffutures.livejournal.com]

And implausibly he produces a red scythe out of nowhere and swings it towards Cameron's goolies...

[paratti.livejournal.com]

Snerk.

[smhwpf.livejournal.com]

Bwahahahaha!

[lynnenne]

BWAH.

[rebcake.livejournal.com]

Ooooooh! There a touch of Harry Potter in there, too! Bravo!

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Oh god. Laughs. You're right, you couldn't pass that up

[brutti-ma-buoni.livejournal.com]

*beaming with patriotic pride here*

At least it's been fodder for this, and many, many other funnies for the past few days...