The RSPB
may be complaining about the increasing lack of native
British thorna, but they have failed to take into account, as far as I am aware, the uprise in the number of Sex Kestrels roaming the skys and industrial wastelands of the
United Kingdom.
The humble Sex Kestrel seeks out its prey in the most immoral and humiliating places, leading, in many cases, to the hunted being thoroughly humiliated with his, or her, trousers down. Often, the prey is engaging in a little domestic rogering, either on their own or as part of a large social gathering, consisting of one
laptop computer, Google images, and other industrial strength activities.
The Sex Kestrel swoops with unrivalled accuracy, and with the greatest degree of care, it carries out its lawful acts. Hovering over and around the Rogers, it successfully humiliates them and reveals their antics to the wider population, causing discust within the community, anger within the elderely and erections within the gay
bars.
Lest we forget though, the Sex Kestrel is a powerful weapon in the
war against rogering. Rogering is a sin, and as such, the perpetrators should be punished using all measures that are deemed nessecary.
All hail the Sex Kestrel!
The Sex Kestrel swooped on the latest informal, but rather damp, group of young Rogers involved in the
art of
Arse Warbling.
May its phychotic vocal ramblings me a measure of awefullness forever and a day.