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I once saw Ann Widecombe full frontal nude backstage at a Tory party conference. She was getting changed with 6 helpers plus a forklift to keep her suspended in mid air. Her rolls of fat seeped out of the side like melted cheese bursting out of a cheese toastie, snaking their way into every possible crevice, like hot lava pursuing its way on a volcanic mountain path. The stench from her clam chowder caused patrons pet puppes to die and I was briefly blinded by a cloud of bats that flew in panic from her cavernous crusty cave.