oh.my.god.
I told SH the Red Cross was coming to check up on him next Wednesday. He said he was excited because he liked the Red Cross and looked forward to telling them where the WMD were. I asked him why he'd tell the Red Cross and not me and he said because they always give him a razor and a syringe of sodium phenobarbital. I obtained a razor and a syringe of sodium phenobarbital from the medical tent and gave them to SH. He still didn't tell me where the WMD were, and when I awoke I had no eyebrows and a needle in my thigh.
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Bwahahahahahaha!!!!!
I'm not sure, it's not the type of newspaper that would normally do something like that, but it might be from one of the columnists, they have a lot more free reign that the reporters themselves. The Evening Standard had some quite hilarious columnists.