Glory be! It’s the return of I Fucked Ann Coulter in the Ass, Hard. This time, Bachem Macuno has brought us Back in Ann Coulter’s Ass-Saddle Again. This is what it must have been like when Dickens was writing those newspaper serials.

‘Well get out of that ridiculously too young for you Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt, say goodbye to 1998 and lose the cargo pants, and get ready to stuff the only thing interesting about you into the sloppy end of my digestive tract.’

‘Which end is that?’

She didn’t appreciate my making this admittedly small joke. She stepped up to me with rising anger, and I had the small adrenaline rush that precedes a fistfight. But instead of hitting me, she said through clenched teeth:

‘I came here to chew gum and have Liberal cock slammed into me.’ She spit her gum onto my floor. ‘And I’m all out of gum. We clear?’

I flinched.

‘Yes.’ I reproached myself for looking away, unable to meet her menacing gaze. She resumed taking off her clothes.