Ah, the foresight of Leonado DiCraprio.
I recall him pre-emptively warning about Le French banning cloaking devices in that film, "What's Gilbert Grape Eating?".
On and on he went, yelling "Burqa bar! Burqua bar!"
Well, if Pierre is barring the donning of letterbox peepholed tentery, can we at least get Camelegg to ban lardy arse scummy mummy chavtrolls from wearing muffin topped camel toed leggings with waistbands at half-mast of the cleftal horizon with thong straps creeping out and up to the ribs?
I guess the trend for overtight flange defining leggery stems from these munters deformed ears, and the Argos ads. The slogan is "Don't just shop for it - Argos it", and not "Don't just shop for it - Our gusset".
And I'm not shopping for gusseted gash of munter minge, thank you very much!
I know these chavettes have a fondness for vajizzling* and want to show off their pearly merkin, but there are limits, despite what Ray Slijngaard and Anita "Dels" Doth say!
* A VAJIZZLE IS THE LOWER-CLASS VERSION OF A VAJAZZLE. A VAJAZZLE IS WHERE A POSH BIRD IS PÆDOPHILICALLY SHAVED, AND SEQUINS ARE GLUED ON TO FORM A TWAT TOUPÉE. A VAJIZZLE IS THE ESSEX END OF THE BEAUTICIAN SCALE, WHERE THE GLUE IS A MANS' PERSONAL COPYDEX TO KEEP THE GEMSTONES FROM THE SEASIDE ARCADE SLUT MACHINES IN PLACE.
