My Aunty Vi was raped by a Tiger tank. "Ratty" she said, "those 88mm were width you know....the fucker was way longer 'n that". Still, you had proper puffs in them day
fancy us being whipped by a bunch called "The Normans". These days you'd just laugh yourself horse at an army of Normans. A battalion of Ruperts would give them a sound thrashing and whooperups besides.
Imagine if one evening you said to you said to your wife/kidnap victim:
"Fancy hitting the sack?"
and they proceeded to smash your balls to a pulp with a baseball bat.
I'd like to release a few rogue packets of those Love Hearts sweets. Instead of twaddle like "Be My Love", you'd have "Fist Granny" or "Felch Drozzle".
yeah they did their own episiotomies in them days Beastly. Your Aunt was fuckin hardcore. My Auntie Vi was raped by The Mole from Thunderbirds but calmly stapled her perineum back together and carried on. She was into FGM before it became fashionable