Ah, the Indie version of hairy nostrilled ex-Children's TV strumpets!
But what be this skullduggery? Piracy on the high seas of The Whatacunt? There is a proliferance of tricornered plumery, stripey trews and dubloon exchangery for grog!
However, at least one one rum-running ruffian has misunderstood the arsenal of maurauding booty seekers.
And being in clubland, it be not PCs of Hate booty, but the jiggly big momma bouncing behinds that the debaucher privateers are after!
Most piratanical types be armed with the Cutlass, but the aforementioned moon-calf be without ear trumpetry and has come armed with Cutlery!
Avast, thou wench! Let me plunder your womanly depths and avail myself of thy baubles, otherwise I shall run ye through with my trusty spoon!
Arrr! That be right enough. The latest accroutrement for the Long John Holmes when ashore in a tavern be a spoon.
I'll beat that - next clubnight, I'm out to impress The Pretties with the size of me ladle...
