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Cowabunga dudes! It’s Piersy Morgers here and I have decided to tell you all about moi. I am a big fan of cats and have an entire shed dedicated to them and their mysterious ways. I built the shed myself using a combination of blood, tears and self-satisfied smuggery. That last attribute was particularly useful for banging in the last few troublesome nails. I decided to name the shed ‘Sheba’ and I am it’s queen. Which of course makes me The Queen of Sheba. I sometimes put on a robe and fill the inside pockets with kittens so I can listen to them mewling in honour of their gracious kingy-queen. I even have authentic photographs to show as proof if you don’t believe me.
I also like holidays and my favouritest holiday was when I popped over to Iraq back in 2004. I got kidnapped by a gang of Iraqi criminals and they threatened to kill me unless I gave them lots of money. When I told them I was a celebrity they soon changed their tune and it wasn’t long before they were begging me for an autograph. I then got rescued by some British soldiers and the translator informed me that my captors thought that I was the gay, wimpy one from Four Weddings and a Funeral. But it still counts, right? Celebrity by proxy is still celebritiness. And yes, I have 100% authentic photographs that I can show you as proof.
Last year some time I bought myself an owl and named it Twitter. I could tell right away that I was doing well with Twitter as it kept responding to every ‘twit’ I made. ”Twit-twit-to-WOO!” I would say and it would do a twitty right back at me. If I leave Twitter alone for too long I get worried that it has forgotten about me so I unleash a mighty T-bomb at him. Occasionally he flies around and does lots of little Twit-shits on me but, well, I kind of like the attention. It gives me a real feeling of legitimacy among all the other Twitter owners out there. But make no mistake, I am the master of Twitter. Oh yes I am.
I have some authentic photos of all this you know. They definitely aren’t fake, I can tell by looking at the pixels and from seeing quite a few Photoshops in my time.
I can’t believe he didn’t boast about how many Twitter followers he had…
His own head got in the way of his keyboard.
I take it that you don’t like Piers Morgan? He’s not really my favorite either. But now I do like to picture him in a robe surrounded by kitties.
He keeps trying to wind other famous people up on Twitter, English footballers especially.
He isn’t very good at it.
Best thing Jeremy Clarkson ever did was knock his lights out.
Everyone should do it to him to be honest!
The name Piers looks incomplete to me. Like it’s missing a vowel.
I too could confuse him for that English cat from Mickey Blue Eyes. But you know what they say, all white people look the same.
True about the name, I found it really odd despite being used to bizarre names for football players all over Europe!
I’m not a fan of Piers Morgan. I’m tired of these journalists who think they can turn their career into something more. He’s desperate for celebrity which makes him a really bad journalist. Where’s his dignity?
He is a penis. He has no dignity.
Hang on…. An owl called Twitter??!!! PURE. VRIGGING. GENIUS! I want one.
I have one left but can save it for you.