That would be a good sentence for him. Throw him off the deep end and hold him under until the bubbles stop rising.
Even my fertile mind can not come up with a topper for this. Sex with trees, maybe?
Years ago, in my post-adolescence, I had a roommate who was into women's feet. His porn was odd, to say the least.
At least now I feel like my predilection for knee socks is within the realm of normalcy compared to some of the freaks out there today!