Marine Heights, Braddell Parade

So contort, contort, contort – pull a whole rigmarole down with little tweezers, scalpels and magnifying glasses. Tuck it. Pull it. Twist it. Bop it.

Call me immature, but don’t you think it kind of looks like a chef standing, taking a piss?

Hold the midget down on the operating table and tell her she needs a minor facelift again, because we know you’ll still hold on to the wingless chicken.