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Every day Saddam Hussein would go downstairs to his basement, unlock the door, stand in front of the mirror and say -
"Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the biggest bastard of all?"
And every day the Magic Mirror would reply "You are, Saddam, without a doubt, you are."
And this would charge up Saddam no end, and he would laugh and shout and run upstairs and shoot someone and invade Kuwait or some other hapless country and plan the next nuclear war, and be so happy and joyful.
Every day this happened: the same question; the same answer; until one day when he went downstairs to the Magic Mirror and didn't come back again. Hours later, his worried servants decided that something must be seriously
wrong, and one volunteered to go downstairs and find out what had happened.
The servant found his Great Leader kneeling in front of the Magic Mirror, sobbing and crying his eyes out.
"Great Leader, what is wrong?" the servant asked.
Saddam lifted his tear-stained face from his hands and, through his sobs, asked piteously,
"Who the hell is Michael Knight?"
P.S Michael Knight was our Olympics minister.
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Very, very true. Michael Knight is a complete *****. No two ways about it. He'd shaft his mother if it meant Juan Antonio would kiss his slimy arse.
- gaffa
