Caporegime
Doesn’t surprise me. People who like custard tend to have a thing for birds.I used to know a well known Manchester bookmaker who sent the company chauffeur out into Moss Side to find good looking prostitutes willing to throw warm custard on his boss whilst the hooker was naked and he, err, pleasured himself on his water bed. That was it. She got paid and was taken back to her haunt. Me? I settle for a lonely Spotted Dick (of the none medical kind..).
I’ll get me coat