Stephen Robins23 Aug 2004

You, yes you, are a gargantuan pair of fanny flaps beckoning us from the bottom of a ninety year olds flowery dress trying to grab our attention by highlighting what a gigantic cunt you are. If I were you, which sadly my wealth, intelligence and extreme good looks preclude me from being, I would take myself to the nearest mantelpiece and start headbutting the corner of it until death.