There’s also the McMallia now.

A group of friends were having a barbecue and they invented the McMallia.

It’s really simple. Up to now, the bun and the fries were always served separately. There’s no ‘separation’ anymore. Just ‘transfer’ your fries/chips to the bun, i.e. on top of your meat burger and pronto you have a McMallia.

If you are a perfectionist, get it served by a policeman.

[Daphne – Yes, I was mistaken. But so are you. It was actually the 1998 campaign.]

“An island of skeletons” – his wife is really slim.

The Police Minister cannot be doing much in the way of washing on a couple of pushchair loads of jerrycans of water and with an eight-person household.

Also detergent is expensive. Possibly already tapped into the consignment of sapun tac-cavetta seized by the police off Bastjan Dalli’s Jolly Roger.

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Rumour has it that the secret service is holding training sessions at ta’ Kandja for all the corps members. They can volunteer for extra banqueting service if they succeed in running a mile with a glass of wine and dessert served on a tray, without spilling.

Jeez, you just gave the fat frog another idea. All Maltese fridges lockable and centrally controlled from his ministry.

Down goes obesity, excepting the fat frog and his cronies, down go imports, up goes the current account, up goes GDP, down goes the deficit.

An island of skeletons, just like North Korea.

[Daphne – My concern, Alexander, is that I might encounter the Police Minister in the detergent aisle. It is where he shops.]

And Peter Paul provides outside catering.