McCartney fills Glastonbury with Plaster Casts of CUNTS!

McCartney calls it the "Great Wall of Vagina."

McCartney has exhibited the cunts at Glastonbury, like so:

Why they aren't painted, with perhaps some appropriately scented candles on the floor, I don't know.

But then it comes to amusement, THIS is more like it. Some poofters might be disgusted, but give me a Wall of Twat instead of BANKSY any time.

Hey Mons, drive your vulvas along every ragged flabby labia...

Did I mention that we're NOT talking about PAUL McCARTNEY?

It's a guy named Jamie McCartney. How did he con literally hundreds of women into spreading their legs and getting their cracks caked?

Well, women are stupid. All they have to be told is "I'm a famous artist..."

Bitches are also hung up on their ditches, so they're going to drop their drawers the minute a man says "What you have isn't gnarly, ugly, or a hole, but ART..."

It also doesn't hurt to insist it's all for Feminism, and Labia Liberation! Yes, ladies, squat down and REFUSE LABIAPLASTY!!

Labia-whatsy?

The plastic surgery that, the artist claims, "is fascism...invested in making women feel shit about themselves.”

I know, if they feel shit about themselves, he should be covering the walls with assholes. But who wants to look at assholes? You can just walk down any street, especially in Grimsby.

IF I'M BEING HONEST, no woman wants people thinking, "wow, what an ugly, disgusting looking cunt." No wonder Sharon Osbourne's had so much plastic surgery. That twat could still use some work.

And SO...McCartney got 400 women (ages 18 to 76) to volunteer their vaginas for his 26 foot (400 cunt) sculpture.

I hear some guy named Starr wants to put on an exhibition of one limp dick.

You might well ask, a wall of clay cunts...is it easy to get in? Of course not, not at any price, even if you're rock hard.

There are cheaper exhibits. You can see a pair of Heather Mills McCartney's drawers fairly cheap. It's only half a knicker.

(Sapristi! Milligan lives!!)

Really, make up your own jokes on what Macca tunes could be piped in, etc. etc. It's all so easy. Except for Starr. It don't come easy for him, especially as he's just dumb enough to actually try and fuck one of these rockto-pussy gardens in the shade.

Goodnight, crackpots...