Meyeur Ketois
A rambunctious, bottomly journey to the very heart of the "Ol Matron. This rollicky, botty of a fanfare takes us to the very heart of England in her most dire shennanigans. When asked, "What the bott?", one has merely to evoke the sacred oath to remand the latherly itch. Mother says, what a rollicking bunch of proverbally, whilst father regards it as much less frivolity. Ho ho, old chap...botto the scrote. Watch with much verve and vigour. Ask the with for wherewithin and not of the aventurist. Take yourself from the vantage of within and place yourself in the perspective of the pauper.