Berlusconi sues newspaper for E3m over Viagra claim

SILVIO Berlusconi is suing an Italian newspaper for E3million after it claimed he was impotent and took part in orgies with prostitutes.

The action against left-leaning daily L'Unita comes less than a week after a similar law suit was filed against La Repubblica over its coverage of the Italian premier's parties.

In a 30-page writ, Berlusconi's lawyers said the sum would cover the damage he has suffered from 'allegedly vilifying his personal life and performance as premier'.

Rome lawyer Fabio Lepri said: 'Berlusconi is presented as someone who makes dirty telephone calls, as someone who, when with cabinet ministers, makes sexual advances, all of which is false and damaging to his honour, reputation and image.' Lawyers contested quotes from comedian Luciana Littizzetto insinuating that Berlusconi used Viagra. Mr Lepri said: 'He is also presented as someone who he clearly is not - as someone suffering from erectile dysfunction and who uses mystery injections.

'He is made out to be suffering from dementia and that he organises orgies with prostitutes and frequents minors - all of which, it is claimed, impedes his work.' In a statement, L'Unita accused Berlusconi of 'Fascism' and said the action was an attempt to close the paper down.

Homeless Woman

I was walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a couple of pounds for some food.

I got out my purse and took a ten pound note out and asked, "If I give you this money, will you buy wine with it instead of food?"

"No, I had to stop drinking years ago", the homeless woman told me.

"Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?" I asked.

"No, I don't waste time shopping," the homeless woman said. "I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive."

"Will you spend this in a beauty salon instead of food?" I asked.

"Are you NUTS!" replied the homeless woman. "I haven't had my hair done in 20 years!"

"Well," I said, "I'm not going to give you the money. Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my husband and me tonight."

The homeless woman was shocked. "Won't your husband be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting."
I said, "That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine."

Signs You´re Hungover ...

- You´d rather have a pencil driven through your retina than be exposed to sunlight.

- Trying to gain control of the situation, you continue to tell your room to "Stay still."

- Looking at yourself in the mirror induces the same reaction as chugging a glass of fresh paint.

- You´re convinced that the chirping birds are Satan´s pets.

- You set aside an entire morning to spend some quality time with your toilet.

- You replaced the traditional praying on your knees with the more feasible praying in a fetal position.

- All day long your motto is, "Never again."

- You could purchase a new bike just by recycling the bottles around your bed.

- Your natural response to "Good morning," is "Shut up!"

Her Majesties Property

Used to be in Army in Oz. Out in the boonies it is customary to freesnake as heat and no showers for a couple of weeks can cause serious gonad-rot if you wear shreddies. One chap by the name of Will would not accompany the rest of us on the grounds his bell end was sensitive and insisted on wearing the same pair of jocks for a fortnight. (Yes it is possible to smell someone else crotch rot - from up to 10 feet). One other thing you need to know - Army rations clog you up for days. No need to waste time dumping daily, more time to walk pointlessly through the bush. When you do go, you go. I personally laid a two foot dump with the consistency of a tree trunk and the colouring of a giraffes neck. Anyway, Will came back in a high dudgeon after a weekly trip. Surprised, as you are normally elated after evacuating half a stone of turd, we asked what was wrong. It turned out that he had made a squatters error over the shit-pit, and had in fact coiled a monster into his precious undercrackers. No alternative but to cut the offending articles off and dump em. We had to put up with Will complaining loudly for the next five days that his sensitive instrument was being gradually eroded by friction with his trousers. Now a mate and I got exceedingly cheesed off with this. When he next crept off to the shitter, we snuck after him with an entrenching tool. Hiding in the bush directly behind the crapper, we stuck our military spade directly under his ringpiece and took possession of the most staggeringly big crap. It took both of us to hold it up, being at arms length and all that. Will, finishing up, peered into the hole (3 foot long, 1 foot wide, 3 foot deep - with only about the top 6 inches not already full of the shit of a whole platoon). Not spotting his log on top, Will panicked and went to check his trousers again. Now crapping whilst wearing webbing and holding a rifle aint easy. This spazz attack meant Will lost his footing and fell, arse first into the excrement and got stuck. Hearing our hilarity, our Directing Staff, a scary SAS sergeant, gave me and my chum the biggest bollocking we have ever had. Quote '...disgraceful misuse of her Majesties Property'. We then had to spend an hour taking turns to relay the turd-on-a-stick up and down the hill we were bivouaced on. Bugger.