Who do you think you are, stop acting like some kind of movie star
Thuis komen met nieuwe verhalen : Achter lijken in het verkeer ! Achter lijke scheurende automobilisten ! Achter lijke glas smijters ! Achter lijke olie, gas en kolen verbranden en nog gevaarlijker duurste kernenergie met 1000en jaren het gevaarlijkste kernafval ! Achter lijke autistische voetballerss ! Achter lijke politici ! Achter lijke ambte naren ! Achter lijke eige naren. Achter lijke mensen. Achterlijk “bestuur” ! Achter lijke liegende laffe liefdeloze bange bezitterige behoudzuchtige smerige stupide schutz staffel daarvoor eisende parasitaire potverterende verwaande verrotte doodse conforme corrupte chained cheating (= lll bbb ss pvvd66cda) onmensen in a state of denial. En desperate to remain achter lijk vain void deadly greedy mammon gläubig dumm blind.
Achter lijken in lll bbb ss pvvd66cda corporate government b.v.
En het allerergste, politici en ambte naren die daar trots op zijn, die meer dan 60% lafste rudy van zijp ss, jos tonk ss, judesca hooker ss, ankie meijer ss, barbara van de griend ss, marjolein sonnema'ss, jan sielig suf verwaand verrot doods lullig kutkereltje rosch, martha neeter braakssma, edith schipperss, mark rutte'ss, balknndeverhagen, verdonkdonner, zalmkamp, dittrichdegraaf, yesilgozwilderss, bontenbaljetten zijn trots op die liegende laffe bange bezitterige parasitaire verwaande verrotte doodse dode lijke conforme corrupte chained cheating coward schutz staffel smerige stupiditeit. Their vain void deadly contagious cowardice is walge lijk en weerzinwekkend.
Cleese often called his mother to find her complaining about being depressed. To cheer her up, he said: "Well Mother... if you're still feeling as depressed as this next week, I know a little man who lives in Fulham, and if you like... I could give him a call on the phone, and he could come down and kill you." The threat made her cackle with laughter, and he would use the same line whenever she started her usual complaining.
During an episode of Conan, Cleese recounted how he responded to her guilt-tripping him over the phone. He told her: "Because Mom, when you die, I am going to a taxidermist and having you stuffed. I'm going to keep you in a glass case by the front door. Every time I go out I shall say, 'Bye, Mom.'" Cleese noted that instead of being offended, she was absolutely delighted and proudly told her friends at her retirement residence about her son's post-mortem plans.
Reflecting on her 101-year life (1899–2000) that spanned both World Wars, the Great Depression, and the space age, Cleese frequently joked about her lack of worldly awareness:
"She lived through it all... without really noticing any of it."
Reflecting on his childhood in his autobiography, Cleese described his mother's personality and their dynamic:
"I had a very, very difficult relationship with my mother, who was supremely self-centred. She was hilariously self-centred. She did not really take interest in anything that didn't immediately affect her."
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