A parody inspired by the documentary "Adults in the Room" by Yanis Varoufakis and his battle with calories.
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Twitter has become a cesspool of filth, comments under our esteemed members' tweets reek of urine and salty sweat. Reminds me of NYC's public lavatories and their glorious holes prior to hitting Studio 54. Ah, those were the days!
Seeing Liz Truss move into Number 10, I couldn't help but remember those silly British tourist girls who drink cheap booze and make out with 'καμάκια' on Greek islands. No point in trying to ape Thatcher when you lack her presence and (fortunately!) her neoliberal convictions.
During an intense massage session with beads, plugs, rings and natural oils, I came up with a revolutionary plan for making the Euro hard again by stimulating growth "through the back door" of Western economics.
Angela’s farewell visit as chancellor unearthed bittersweet memories of the lost spring of 2015. Bitter were my fruitless encounters with the Brussels bureaucracy, but sweet were the nights spent with comrades in steamy turkish hammams in Mitte.
Totally appalled by the Taliban’s lack of aesthetics -who wears sneakers with longsleeves- bitch please! Yet, the sight of sweaty men brandishing weapons is always a turn on, and if the Taliban read my books they can become a political ally to our fight against global capitalism.
According to the calendar of saints, today is the feast of John the Baptist and the Eastern Orthodox Church celebrates my name day. I'm having none of it, I will go down in history as a reincarnation of Jean(n)e D'Arc fighting to free my people from the inferno of eternal debt.
A week of keto diet and moderate upper body workout was all I needed to achieve proper triceps definition and arm vascularity. Going for that fabulous look during my COVID-19 jab and photo shoot.
As a staunch heterosexual and a devoted husband, I can attest that there is nothing strange for a straight male to attend gay orgies.
And no, the fact that MEP József Szájer was participating in this all-male #gangbanggate does not bother me. I hold nothing against closeted gay men, on the other hand Hungary's withdrawal from my beloved Eurovision song contest on the grounds that it is "too gay" is atrocious.
Horrified to learn that Brussels apparatchiks are taking part in orgies with more than 25 participants, we condemn this odious and unctuous behavior! It goes without saying that our Realistic Disobedience dogma applies also to erotism but public health always comes first.
My public vaccination against COVID-19 will be a hymn to scientific progress; a true revolutionary act. I will have my statuesque buttocks waxed and firmly massaged before I present them to the nurse for that needle thrust.
We hereby declare that we will partake in the November 17 celebration of the Polytechnic Uprising. If the fascist government tries to stop us we will offer our flesh to the brutal whims of its uniformed lackeys to do as they please.
My instagram post stirred up the haters who claim that a radical marxist cannot own a cabrio speedster. How naive! Only those who are willing to expose their bare bodies to the elements without the illusion of safety, can dare to hope for a future worth living.
Passion for buttock shredding was the driving force behind my "minotaur" best seller. I learned to respect my limits and practice it in a safe manner. I wish Brian a quick recovery and hope to have him back soon in one of out buttock shredding sessions.
An ex comrade who I will not name, has chosen to betray our movement, just when our momentum was creating a political avalanche. I should have known better when he had told me that he could not distinguish which glass is used for red and which for white wine.
The reason I refused police control on my way back to Aegina is simple. As a citoyen du monde and a marxist I refuse to obey to the mandates of the bourgeoisie, even if I agree with them. That is the fundamental principle of DiEm25 realistic disobedience doctrine.
At our war dungeon in Aegina with Eastern European comrades, working out means of civil disobedience. Igor, clad in full leather police uniform is pretending to ask for our permits and then tests our limits with an assortment of punishments involving club and handcuffs.
Just before the COVID Relief Eurogroup, I texted Staikouras to urge him to record everything. "Christos, in the future you will have the option to masturbate to the sound of your voice schooling the Brussels elites”. He didn’t answer. Pathetic.