Jail Oil, Umbrage and Death-Coin

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This week the Brians realise that jail time is much easier these days now one doesn't have to bend over to pick up the soap. Handy pump packs of Diddy Oil is now being introduced to the Professional Corrective Services division of P Diddler Enterprises. The Diddler himself is overseeing the introduction of this eagerly awaited product to inmates and wardens alike.

Nothing says I love your body more than a good diddling in the shower with thugs, murderers and the incarcerated innocent; like a firm rubbing down with the personally tested Diddy Oil. Now infused with radioactive goat semen for that slightly unnatural glow.

On a more serious note, this week Barry gets to test drive his own Diddy Oil after an altercation with a bicycle and a midget; whilst Bevan is sworn into Donald Trumph's new wardrobe as Secretary of What Are You Lookin' At Cunt!