We were in a restaurant in Rio recently, a restaurant that as the evening went on became more and more infested with whores working the tourist trade. They were like starlings on a telephone line - every time you looked around there were half a dozen more sitting there. In this restaurant were an American guy and his two teenage sons, who left with three whores. Bearing in mind that this was just before Christmas, we all thought that the old boy was a jolly bon oeuf, what with whoring up his two lads for Crimbo and all. Mind you, that didn't stop us giving him sh*t as they had to run the gauntlet and pass our table, calling him a deviant and a dirty auld c*nt. A little later, it occured to us that they might be going for a spit roast or closing down one of the chicks to ZULU ALPHA, and the consensus was that exeperiencing ball-slap, touching moist tips or crossing swords with your dad while going threes-up on a whoo-er is officially the Wrongest Thing In The World. We did discuss, extremely briefly, how wrong it would be if you ended up with your dad's warm manfat running down your balls, but decided that was just off the wrongness spectrum and gave the matter no further thought (Unless you live in the more picturesque parts of Cornwall, where such things are not considered infamous, and indeed in such circumstances one's mother would be at hand to lick her husband's seed of her son's ball sack, as would any mother with twelve toes, goiter and a wall eye..) Can anyone on here come up with a better definition of absolute wrongness?