One time, Billy fucked Margaret Thatcher: he wasn’t attracted to her, but he knew it would make a good yarn.

He walked right up to her at a function he had gotten into by throwing a Vespa at the security guards and then running in the door. “So, what are you? Princess Fancybritches? C’mere, I wanna stick it in ya for a while.”

And that shit worked. No one knew why, but Maggie just floated in mid-air behind Billy like Pepe LePew. They went upstairs where, true to his word, Billy stuck it in her for a while.

The next morning, the Prime Minister asked Billy what he wanted for breakfast, and Billy said “the Falklands.”

So that’s how that happened.