AN ORDINARY NEWSAGENTS A VERY SEEDY GRUBBY MAN WALKS IN.
MAN
Have you got my topshelf fetish magazine?
SHOPKEEP
You dirty man, you shame my shop! In my country we'd burn you with a tyre round your neck!
MAN
Have you got my magazine?
SHOPKEEP
In my village we had man like you we chopped his cock off and beat him with it!
MAN
The magazine have you got it or I'm off to WHSmiths.
SHOPKEEP
It is there you swine pay in advance. May your grave be in unconsecrated ground, for a lepers latrine.
MAN PAYS A PILE OF MONEY.
HE STRETCHES ALL THE WAY UPTO THE TOP SHELF AND READS A MAGAZINE.
A NUN COMES IN SEES THE MAN AND SCREAMS.
A MOTHER WITH A PRAM COMES IN, SHE THROWS A COPY OF THE DAILY MAIL OVER HER BABY
CLOSE IN ON THE MAGAZINE THE MAN IS READING IT'S CALLED.
"People can see your hairy arse cleavage monthly."