I'm currently in Portugal with the family at a very nice all inclusive villa complex, which I believe may belong to Eddie. Anyway, it's all very pleasant, with good food, lovely accommodation and five swimming pools. However, I'm aghast at the number of English she-walrus monstrosities that feel it necessary, and even permissible, to wear a bikini. I'm actually amazed that such garments are even available, and suspect these fat slags have to commission someone to construct them, probably a sailmaker. What's even sadder is that these walruses seem to have reasonably normally proportioned husbands who, if you look closely, have a cold vacant expression on their faces that screams "if I'd known it would become a walrus - I'd have never fucked it".
Fuck off.