Back in the good-old-days, Mother England used to deport perverts like this to the colonies. Nowdays, I spend myself thinking of ways to keep them out without inhibiting the flow of decent hard working Brittons to our fatal shores.
Should the “shagger of the year” turn up on my doorstep, he and his smacked out comrades would get very short shrift indeed. Yes mister Brand, I would strongly advise you to keep your putrid genitalia locked firmly in those ridiculous leather pants during your upcoming visit. I am developing a potent new form of venerial disease just for you, a virulent crotch rot that will put an end to your days of wild romantic abandon once and for all. You have been warned.
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