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Three sisters are gathered in the great hall.
Lady Mary: Can you believe you have to have a penis to inherit this drafty old barn?
Lady Edith: Grow bollocks or commit incest with a cousin. Hobson’s bloody choice.
Lady Sybil: Don’t forget birth order. Both of you are ahead of me.
Lady Mary: It’s all knackered. Why should a wormy piece of flesh mean so much?
Lady Edith: Nothing is more disgusting and smelly. Blimey.
Lady Sybil: You’ve seen one?
Lady Edith: No, but mother says father’s . . .
Lady Mary: Oh, Edith, she’s only seen it three times.