Following on from the reverend Biginoil's dinner party thread.........
It's a misty dawn, you're in a secluded forrest cleaaring. Before you a shallow trench extends to left and right. In your hand a 6 shot revolver. There are no witnesses. Whom would you invite to "join you" for a spot of early morning tranch knealing meditation.
T*m Cr**s* Bill Gates Shrub Victoria Beckham T*m Cr**s* (again, in the face) James Allen
(jump into trench and repeatedly smash Cr**s* in the face with the pistol handle until exhauted)
EDIT,thought this might be a bit offensive,so I starred out the cuntfaced little freak's name