A man for all seasons if those seasons be winter and a man be a frothing self-adulator with portfolio for naught but Epicurean delights. Suffers Latin Tourettes and is utterly compromised in this Russian business. The FSB do codename him 'Boris'
2/
Several undercover etchings are come into circulation of this Raab naked in sweating houses exchanging secretes with Russian operatives. Among other vanities, the State is much concerned this man is collecting deaths head moth’s in his cellar.
3/
Did defy normal avenues of intelligence gathering by staring into space all day, by and by going home and doing similar there. That he has no verifiable skillset, there is a maverick speculation that this be the famed lethal sleeper cell ‘Hancossack’.
3/
We did come incognito into his super-forecasting circle by way of enthusing on euthanising, and hereafter saw abilities so overstated that we fall to thinking his famed intellect be a portmanteau of intel and elect, the means by which he secures rogues office
4/
A sot; minded nothing of the Government less than even the common stock, guided only by avarice and pornographers. Soft target to turn informant. Could easily be taken into shitness protection in one of his own shell housing developments.
5/
We recorded this discourse from him wife, Lady Macbeth:
“he is in so deep with this Russian business that his spectacles do float upon a turd within a chamber pot within in a chamber pot within a chamber pot”
6/
Due to his to already being a massive billionaire my mind is settled as to an incorruptibility above that of his soul-soiled colleagues. Drives a borscht.
7/
A national pleasure. Whilst words cannot do justice, this man's patriotism is of a boundless condition. A one man army lethal with potato peeler and quill and with a known immunity to novichock, staring and urbane Europeans; he commanded victories at Hastings
8/
Milky Way, bed.
And thank you so much to those pointing out the rogue apostrophe. I fear Russian interference.




