Vardy is a rat-faced arse badger who fluked one lucky season. If any cunt is willing to pay a tenner for him, Leicester should bite their fucking hands off.
It's a typical deflection from the Rev, designed to steer us away from the true object of his affections - Ursula the fat octopus. That cunt could fist eight little mermaids simultaneously, and I for one would pay good money to watch.
In much the same way that the Queen thinks the whole world smells of fresh paint, poor old Bubbles believes that everything in the restaurants he frequents tastes of sperm.
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, the beauties were brief.
Shall I mourn your decline with some thunderbird wine and a black handkerchief?
Fuck me, that intro is a thing of beauty.