Pauline Hanson walked into a bar
The Bartender said “We don’t serve people with giant haemorrhoids around here”
Pauline asked “What do you mean, I don’t have haemorrhoids”
The Bartender replied, “Well, what is that giant mess hanging out your arse”
Astonished, Pauline said, “Have some respect sir, How dare you call Prime Minister Turnbull a giant mess”
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