Also since the subject of Razzers readers' wives somehow got mixed in with this topic I have to point out the ladies who made the covers of those magazines were significantly less grotesque than the ones contained deep inside. Recommended only for connoisseurs of the the labia most majorum, but even still the least conventionally smexy among them always stood tits and ass beyond anything Kevryn and his sad ilk could bring to the table.
The doudy readers' wives of moist Britbongistan will always possess the true feminine whiles of a natural woman, desirable and attractive in her slovenliness far beyond anything the most butchered and filtered and cult-inducted troon could aspire to. Regardless of how much Kevin spends on whatever surgeons he can find he will never hope to hold a candle to the loveliness of even the most basic real woman.