Protesters today occupied three-time world acupuncture champion Margaret W Thatcher III in protest over lack of support for bland jazz/soul music in schools and prisons, today today. Their spokesperson said in a prepared statement "I'm the spokesperson, this is my prepared statement, and anyone who's got a problem with that can stick a wine glass up their arse." The fourteen or so protesters are believed to be occupying the upper cavities - where the stuffing is located - of Ms. Thatcher, who is no relation to the one with the r, and indeed has no relations at all, lucky gal. Following a fit of sneezing that left them momentarily defenceless, the protesters are now firmly ensconced in these upper cavities with guns, knives, naked women in tight clothes and a steel band.
"Gosh," said a shocked bystander. "Gosh," said another. Three-time world police spokesman champion Brian McContraflow said in a prepared statement, hastily cobbled together by his wife "I agree with the position of the protesters, and their methods. As such I feel the only course of action is to strap a large goblet over my burgeoning manhood and take my place with my people in the upper cavities of Ms. Thatcher." His wife was heard muttering in her prepared statement before being asked to speak up. She then muttered some more, which showed up in subtitles below as "I'm shocked and saddened by the actions of my husband, but his position is now untenable so I must take my place alongside him, cut holes in his face and fully support his actions." I think she was drunk too.
Following the lead of all the other folk with prepared statements sounding like the drunken ramblings of someone who thinks he might have earlobe cancer, Ms. Thatcher released the following statement through her lawyer, a man of low morals and lower nipples. It is reproduced in its entirety for the people of some funny country and in the form of a brief précis for those people who find themselves in another funny country. "Ow." Ms. Thatcher's lawyer is 72 and is also called Margaret W Thatcher III, but is no relation to anyone, and indeed has no relations at all. The only way to differentiate between lawyer and client is the large t-shirt that Ms. Thatcher (lawyer) wears constantly which says in a prepared statement "Client". It's ironic or something.
A tense stand-off ensued, during which many pigs, cows and cattle were slaughtered to provide entertainment for the hurdled messes. In a prepared statement, three-time world bovine spokescow champion Elmer McDiarrhoea said "Moo." Police are treating the incident as serious, and are trying to stifle their amused smiles, bemused grins and confused cows. "It smacks of fascist police action," said one particularly uppity cow, who was then slaughtered and trebucheted into the protesters, who feasted mightily on its mighty frame and mightier in-between bits. "Mmm," they said in a prepared statement through their new official spokesman (new danger) Ms. Margaret W Thatcher III, who was neither the lawyer nor the client. She then killed everyone in an amusing and funny way, it turned out to be all a dream and everyone laughed in a prepared statement intended to minimise as much of the howwor as possible for the retards listening to the radio to avoid talking and thinking.