The Other Special Relationship
So we now know the correct way to address The Right Honourable Anthony Charles Lynton Blair,
Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, First Lord of
the Treasury and Minister for the Civil Service, is, "Yo Blair."
Before Tony and George were bestest pals there was of course another special relationship, no not Bill
and Monica, it's Ronald Reagan and Maggie Thatcher. So we had a look back through our
Betamax archives and low and behold we found a similar off the record conversation
between Ron and Mags that we thought we'd transcribe for you.
| Reagan: |
Yo bitch! |
| Thatcher: |
What up dog! How's it hangin'? |
| Reagan: |
Aw man, hangin' sweet and ready to eat. |
| Thatcher: |
Do you like the jumpers I got you? |
| Reagan: |
Awe dude them's some badass motha funkin' jumpers! |
| Thatcher: |
I knew you'd like them. I hear Andropov is still fucking
about in Afghanistan. |
| Reagan: |
Yeah, the dickwad, you'd never catch us going in there. |
| Thatcher: |
Too true, dog, that shit leaves a stench. |
| Reagan: |
Oh word up mutha! I see Mitterand is walking around with his
fly down again. |
| Thatcher: |
Don't you know it! |
| Reagan: |
How's the old Falklands thing going? |
| Thatcher: |
Pretty sweet now Mitterand gave me the codes for them Argie
rockets! Aw dude those Argies got totally merked! |
| Reagan: |
Awesome - high five! |
| Thatcher: |
Anyway, I gotta go now I've got some minors to crush. |
| Reagan: |
Don't you mean miners? |
| Thatcher: |
No I mean minors. I'm gonna take away their school milk, let's see how the bastards
like that. Anyway, you keep it real Ron! |
| Reagan: |
Well I'll try, but to be honest it's getting more difficult with the Alzheimer's. |
| Thatcher: |
Laters... |
| Reagan: |
Word. |
This, of course, was preceded by a special working relationship between Leon Trotsky and Josef Stalin, who once had this discussion before a meeting of the Politburo.
| Trotsky: |
Yes lad, what’s the craic? |
| Stalin: |
Fuck you, you pussy. |
| Trotsky: |
Aw, good one lad, you're really bitching at that fake out. |
| Stalin: |
I said fuck you. I will have you killed. |
| Trotsky: |
Hey man, you crack me up. So what about backing me for the big job when
Lenin pops his clogs? |
| Stalin: |
I eat people like you for brunch. |
| Trotsky: |
Ha ha. |
| Stalin: |
Get the fuck out of my sight cuntface. |
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