I’m gonna look at a thousand man asses, and no one can stop me. No prison can contain my sight, and no petty morality prevent its line from landing upon man ass. They’ll write stories about me. Immortalize me as the indomitable ass glancer. And you’ll barely be a footnote in my chronicle.

Or maybe looking at a butt is inconsequential compared to actively listening to the human being attached to it. Not that that is necessarily happening here, what with the UK backsliding since this photo.