A cunting for the smallest room, where ball-cock in hand, we salute 57 year old plumber, Mr Hulme. What did he do to receive this signal honiour?, well when repairing the bogs of wimmiz homes, he added a little extra – a spy camera:
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Apparently this lavatory lust helped him to fulfil his “sexual needs”!
He received a prison sentence of 12 months for his cinematography. Some people will think this sentence somewhat lenient, but prison is nothing if it doesn’t include some degree of rehabilitation, and I humbly suggest he needs aversion therapy.
We need to employ another plumber, who does not have this particular fetish, to install three more cameras, one in the khasi of Emily Thornberry, another in the shithouse of AnalEase Dodds, and third – and the biggest deterrant in Mrs. Boggs bog – any camera that could pick up what goes on beneath those flabby folds of flesh, deserves to have it’s designer given the Nobel Prize for science. I only use the upstairs one, she contains herself (just about) in the downstairs. I always buy that bleach that kills 99% of all known germs (thought there are probably a few unknown ones in there when she has been)
No doubt Mr. Hulme will be whiling away the hours in the slammer singing his favourite song, A Room With A Loo, flushed with success. Honestly though, what a dirty, kinky cunt.
Nominated by: W. C. Boggs