...Pretty of curry and rice!
Sugar you swine, you crossed the line
That Pretty and her mates are MINE!
Sugar you swine, you crossed the line
That Pretty and her mates are MINE!
Yes it's Tumpty Tumpty Tumpty Tumpty Tumpty Tumpty Tummm-Tahhhhh time, as another batch of narcissic tosspieces fight to be The Apprentice!
Now, much has already been made of the fact that the cockerknee barrow-boy market street hawker of craparse computers was always firing people from a job they didn't have because it's a 12 week interview and you can't be fired from an interview.
You can be fired AT during an interview, if the interviewer takes exception to the interviewee and pulls out his pistol. Although preferably not his sex pistol, as although waving your weenie about may evacuate the room less murderously than popping a cap in their ass, popping a cock up the ass is frowned upon.
Unless you REALLY want the job.
That said, inappropriate exposure of genitalia may well be on the cards now, for although the show is still called The Apprentice, he's not looking for an apprentice. He's looking for a Partner. Mayhap whipping out his willy in the boardroom to get them Babes on the casting couch is one option of bagging a partner.
But not a bag for life - like that screechy shrivelled harridan Jenna. That voice - it's like Sally Webster out of Corrie, Peggy out of Hi-De-Hi and a shrew all rolled into one.
Anyhoo, looking at what passes for Pretties looking to be Lord Sugars
And I do love a nice Biryani! Yum yum!
And then there's two other Pretties vying for second place in the hotness in the harem stakes - Mad Maria The Pretty In Purple , and Jane The Pretty In Red (and not dancing with me. Horizontallhy or otherwise. or something). I can't choose between those two yet, so I think Lord Sugar should have a task where they have to be all lubed up in flimsy binkininis and wrestle in a paddling pool filled with glistening baby oil.
And maybe that Karren Brady can adjudicate, before being dragged into the pool for a three way lez-up.
Anyhew - typically The Sugar has no love for the smooching of schmoozers, and has dumped the prettiest Pretty in the first round! What's wrong with you Sir Al? How can anyone not want the Bulgarian Babe from the communist flatblocks as their partner?
Send her round mine - I'll take her as my partner. And if you can evict the other two, I'll set up my own Escort service, with exclusive access for one client.
Me!
How's that for a business proposition?
Although I'd prefer the triumvate of totty propositioning me like pervy prossies.
I'd buy that for a dollar!
