Who doesn’t love the Greeks? First, they invent peach melba. Then Maria Callas. Then they donate a husband and provider to tragic grieving widow Jackie Kennedy. Pretty good, right? But wait, there’s more! No sooner do they set up that hilarious light show at the Parthenon than they produce this excellent mystery woman.
The unnamed human set fire to some dickface’s peen at a nightclub, when he got shitfaced, dropped trou, and persistently waggled his junk at her. A pathetic attempt to express male entitlement in Dude Nation goes south.
Because drunken Brits have surpassed all other drunks in the World Olympics of Vulgarity, it’s always comical when one of them goes up in flames, but when he’s openly waggling the wurst in such a manner as to allow for a woman douse it with Sabucco and then flick her Bic at it, and that woman goes on to become a national hero, that’s gold, baby, gold.
For this woman’s act alone I forgive the Greeks for making all that tedious pottery of the Geometric Period.