Imagine him when he is presented with someone to have sex with:
To the woman: "You call this box clean? I've seen cleaner pussy on the floor of the train depot after a football game."
"and what about this hair stuck over on the side like an overcooked strand of spaghetti?"
"No, no! It's all wrong! Take it away get it the bleeping bloody bleeping bleep out of my sight."
"You'll never be a good fuck with such bleeping dryness. A man needs moisture, you're dryer and grittier than a box of sea salt. And move around, my bleeping word you're less bleeping alive than a bleeping Tory on acid."
To the men he is looking to bed (and you get the feeling he'd do anyone who gave him a wink):
"Oh bloody bleeping bleep bleep bleep bleep where the bleeping bleep has that bleeping thing been? It looks like you stuck it in the garbage disposal and forgot to turn it off. And what's this crust on it?
No, no. It's all wrong. It just hangs there like an overcooked asparagus spear. Cover it up and call the mortuary."
-then flipping the man over-
"Oh bleeping bother there's no bleeping way I would want to bleeping bloody bleep this sorry stinking place for all the fish and chips in China. No, no it's all wrong. It just sets there like a soufflé gone flat. Get it out of here before I bloody bleeping bleep..."
